>Spoonfeed me. What's this thread about?494 posts and 226 image replies omitted. Click reply to view.
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
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: >>247691
Have to say what a question to ask an anon.
Would you or how much would you
give up justice or revenge
for the sake of the whole of Equestria?>has stooped to using a wounded child>of all things
Then proceeds to blackmail said child.>on the condition, of course, that you don't tell anyone about the horrific suffering you've endured
Oh this is going to go so very poorly. Even by the sainthood of Anon to let bygones be bygones even though I want my pound of flesh damnit
, any equestrian villian could use that blackmail of Twilight to shatter their bonds of friendship.
Then the rule of Celestia, and most ponies aren't complete dicks would disagree with what Celetia has done.
I can see the angry torches and pitchforks now.
Leading to escalation.
Fillycraft: Heart of the Cuddlepile
That green is pretty overrated, but I wish it had an actual conclusion.
>>252820delet and repost due to a few retarded typos
Reckoning, Act 2
>you are Anonymous>Ruby says you always seem down around this time of year>the weeks leading up to the holiday formerly known as the Summer Sun Celebration>you always forget what it's called nowadays>today is the thirteenth anniversary of the…>"accident">when the anniversary rolls around, Ruby always invites you out to eat with her>Ruby is seated across from you at some new bistro, situated only a block away from the…>castle>on her plate lies a subtle arrangement of daisies and daffodils, lightly drizzled with honey and served with a side of lightly crisped hay>she's eating daintily in between comments and tinkling laughter, in a manner befitting a full-fledged member of the Canterlot social elite>which, you suppose, is a position she's earned by now>despite the fact that she's pushing her mid-30s now, she still looks great and you can't help but compare her to a fine wine, perhaps because of her well-groomed red mane>she's rocking a tight, black dress which would have positively bewitched your old self>but the dress was designed by a pony named Rarity, who you've been given to understand is a close friend of…>her>the outing was originally going to be just you and Ruby>but Ruby's little sister, Red, just so happened to be in the country>same creme coat, same red mane, but an earth pony>she's not as well-manicured as her sister, but she is noticeably more toned from what you presume is a more active lifestyle>Red is a sailor of some sort, though she's vague when questioned on what sort exactly>you can't quite remember what Red ordered, as she all but inhaled the tiny serving on her plate within a minute of its arrival>wearing nothing but an old, ratty neckerchief, she alternates between telling sea stories and looking bored>of course, when Silver Locket found out that Ruby was having a social outing, she just had to come and invite herself>Silver Locket is the mare who replaced you after the…>accident>powder-blue coat, silver-grey mane, and a light, slightly-frilly, silk dress that goes with her mane>an earth pony like you, you're not entirely sure what she can do with jewelry using her hooves that you can't>she started off her career in the fashion industry as Ruby's assistant, and worked her way up to the position of partner as Ruby's little shop grew into a thriving franchise>Silver Locket's dining habits mirror her mentor's exactly, from the dish on her plate to the way she alternates between delicately eating and politely chatting>though her plate of flowers is drizzled with a sort of raspberry sauce instead of honey>and then there's the mare who introduced herself as Sketchy>shaved head, shaved tail, cutie mark dyed white to match her coat>you're pretty sure she's one of Ruby and Locket's artiste friends>she's as naked as you are, and staring at the last bit of seaweed on her plate as though she expects it to move or something>and then, of course, there's you>though thirteen years have passed, you still wear the body of a small filly, and have to all but stand on your seat when you want to take something from your plate>you've ordered a plate of lavenders, lightly fried til the petals had crisp, black edges, and drizzled - extra drizzled, you asked - with a thick, red cranberry puree>you're engaged in stabbing the flowers with a butter knife when Ruby addresses you>"Anon? Are you all right? You seem lost in thought.">Red snickers>"She's probably thinking about how the bird brain chef overcooked her lavenders.">you groan
"Sun, Red.">"Oh, what? You're such a big respecter of griffon culture? They're carnivores, of course they don't know how to cook flowers. You wanna eat some pony rump to show off how much you love griffon cuisine?">you make a show of gagging
"No. Just… cool it with the anti-griffish remarks.">oh!>that reminds you of that one line from American Psycho>good movie, fantastic book>you should adapt that one next>maybe give the Bateman-equivalent a name like Midnight Purple…>Red rolls her eyes>"Oh, right. I keep forgetting you're Princess Twilight's butt buddy.">Ruby shoots a glare at her sister>though nobody knows what really happened between you and Twilight Sparkle>Ruby, at least, has been given to understand that you had some sort of falling-out before moving out of her home>your butter knife is embedded in the table
"I… was… NEVER… friends… with Twilight Sparkle!">and now the whole bistro is silent and Silver Locket is cringing and pointing at something behind you>you turn around>standing there in the doorway is Princess Twilight Sparkle, sole ruler of all Equestria, accompanied by some kind of griffon diplomat>you stare into her eyes>she stares into yours>her horn lights up>and she disappears from the bistro without a flash>the restaraunt erupts into a flurry of scandalous whispers and furtive glances in your direction>your appetite, for both food and company, is ruined>without a word, you slide out of your seat and head for the door>Ruby calls out to you>but it's too late>you'd be outside already if not for the dumb fucking griffon blocking the doorway
"Move it, bird brain.">though she obliges you quickly enough, you make a point of stomping on her claws as you walk past her>and you disappear into the grey Canterlot evening
More is coming soonTM.
Gotta hand it to Anon for keeping it hush hush. Plus the immortality of not dying to old age. Purple, and Celestia will be right there reminding Anon every step of the way.
Anon got a short stick at the start.
I'm predicting soon Anon will be continually recieving a large stick until moral improves.
>>252901>filly with tits
Maybe you'd like that, wouldn't you, anon?
TWILIGHT FOUND THE POOP SOCK
Be careful what you wish for… do (You) want to be for spanking?
I original wrote it based off a star wars thing. When Vader's fist was sent to kill the clone uprising on Komino.>>252808 got it pretty good tho.
Time to continue this and finally make a pastebin for this story! Here you all go, and be sure to make it last, since I'm gonna be gone on a trip for a while.
Cool, that makes it easier to help you stay hidden later.>Why ͉will̠ w̲e̺ neẹd to͜ sṭa̪y̱ hiͅdḓen̺ wh̢en ̯we caͅn͕ ̝si͜mp̻l̰y ̲a̞s̢s͓i͙mi̧la͕te̡ ev̫er̼y̨t̨hing ͓th͖er̜e̪?
Because that'll mean neither of us gets back. Twilight teleported herself and me here and you've given me no indications that you can use magic, so if she's gone, we're stranded.>Astra goes quiet for a few seconds as you both continue walking through the cold>Fair ̠point.̡
Alright, we're almost there anyway, so remember the story and stick to it if you don't want to get found out.>Right as you finish thinking that, the door to the facility fades into view from the icy white>You reach up on your hind legs to open the door as Astra gives you a look, but you ignore it>After all, if Twilight happens to be within sight and sees a tentacle sprouting from you, then you're both dead>Luckily though, she's not!>But it would still be rude to not announce your return for her, so you do
"Hey Twi, I'm back and I found somepony outside! I hope you don't mind, but I brought her in with me!">A voice calls back from somewhere inside the base>"You found somepony outside?">And before you can completely register what she's said, a bright flash of purple stuns you in your place>Twilight wastes no time in then doing what she does best>Mainly, worry>"Where are they? Did they come from another lab, or-">"I'm right here, and I teleported here from a research ship that sank off the coast. I'm okay though, thanks to your friend here.">"What sank the ship? Did anypony else make it out? Is there anything else I should know?">"The ship struck an unexpectedly large iceberg, and I was the only one on board at the moment, so there's nopony else to worry about.">After hearing this, Twilight finally lowers the threat level off defcon 1>"That's a relief. I hope you didn't lose too much on that boat, losing research always sucks.">"That's fine too, my research wasn't turning anything up anyway. The most I'm out is the money I used to get the boat, but even that wasn't too much, now that I think about it.>"You really seem to be quite the optimist, don't you, miss… I'm sorry, I never even asked your name!">"Astra Biologis, a pleasure to meet you, Twilight.">"I see my reputation precedes me. I'm sure you've already met Anonymous, here, too?">"Yes, she and I became fairly well acquainted on our way back here.">Yeah, you could say that>"Then that should be enough for introductions, let's get you warmed up and away from that -30 windchill!"
>While Twilight's leading you both through the base, Astra reiterates its previous question>Y̨ou n̦e͔ve̥r̮ a̺ns͈we̞r̨e͚d ̜ou͈r ̘que͇ry ͖earli̢e͓r̨, ͜do̘ ͎we n̝e͈edͅ t̩o ̝r͕eite̬ṟate͇?͈>Oh, yeah
Sorry about that, it completely slipped my mind. Basically, mothers care for their children and make sure they're ready to take on the world.>T͉henͅ we ̼se̡e̩ ̙n͇o d̳i̤ff̡erence ͈be̪tw͇een ͕w͈h̘at ̫we ar̖e ̯alr͓e͕ady̝ ̻d̢oi͉ng̼ ͇a͙nd̙ ͓wh͇a̲t y͜ou ̲as͙k.̮
Well, there's a bit more nuance to it than that that's a bit harder to put into words… Can I send more than just sentences through this mind-reading thing?>Astra goes silent for a moment, considering what you've asked>I̪t͕ is͇ ̲n̖ot̻ ̯įmp̲os̠s̩ib̪l͕e̜,̲ b̯u͎ṯ ̡tḩe męaning̖ ma̢y̧ ̲be̬ ̺mįst̹ran̦sl̲aṱed̖ ̹in ̖t̰h̘e p̬roces͈s̠ ͈i̬f ̱it ͎i͖s̥ too̘ ͓c͖omplex͔.
Alright, then bear with me for a minute.>You take a moment to gather all the feelings you have associated with your mother back on Earth and then take another to simulate her own feelings towards you before attempting to wrap it all up in a mental bow and send it to Astra>When you look back to the creature to become your future guardian, you see a flash of intrigue and surprise cross its face before settling back on calm understanding>A second or two later, you get your response>W̩e ͈und̺e͕r̝stand̤ ̙no̘w̗, a̼nd we ͚sh͎a̫ļlͅ ̥do̯ our͔ b̳e̳st̩ t̘o̙ ili̘ci̹t͎ ̼t̜he͎se͕ ̼fe̜e̱ḷing̼s ͉w̮it͈hi̻n yo̢u. ͉H̼o̖w͚ev͈eŗ, w͜e wi̥l̜l cea̫s̯e̩ ̙w̼it͍h ͎t͎h̘ese a̟c̺t̞io̮ns̠ ̨o͙nce ̤y̜ou h̩a̭v̠e̻ ̠d͈ev͚e͔lọp̣e͍d̞ i̻n͍to ͜a f̠ine ̹m͕emb̪e̢r ̭o͓f̹ ̦ọur ͜col̨l̘ecti̜vȩ.̮
Then it's a good thing I'm a slow learner!>You sa͈y ͈th͉a̠t̡, b̢ut͚ y͜o̮u'rẹ a̠lre̖ady̜ probiͅn͓g ̯the̻ li̼m͉i̖t̗s̰ ̥of͖o̻u̯r ̣m͚en̤ta̪l ͉co̧m͚muni̫cḁtion͍ no̝t ̰evͅe͓n aͅn ̙ho̗urͅ afte͜r͇ ̡yo͈u f̠i͉r̺s̥ṱ l͜e̟arn͕ ̘you ̩ca̙n̰ ̙do i̫t. ̞Ỵoụ'l̮l̻ ̖b̡ec͙ome ̘q̱u͕it̻e̞ l͓e̬arn̡ed̮, an̞d ̥fast̺ęr̤ ̰than̗ y͍ou ̯expe̠ct.̭>You would reply to that, but you both round the corner to where Twilight's leading you both>A large comfortable room with a large fireplace dominating the back wall, with several chairs and couches placed in various locations around it>"Here, I'm sure this'll get you warm in no time!">You see Astra's eyes go wide and feel the adrenaline from its fight-or-flight response over the mental connection, but nothing more>And luckily for you both, Twilight just assumes it's because of the fact that the fireplace is fucking massive>"Yeah, I was pretty surprised when I first saw it too. It's really good at heating the entire station, though, so that's a major plus.">"Is something that big not a fire hazard, though?">Twilight looks back to the fireplace before returning to Astra's concerned gaze>"Well, I mean, it's a fireplace. There's always going to be a hazard to it, but if it was really that much, then I have a hard time believing that the builders would've put this one into the outpost here.">Twilight then lays down on one of the couches near the blaze and goes back to her notes while Astra works on conquering its (admittedly quite reasonable) fear of fire>You also decide to go sit near the fire, until you realize something>A) you're still wearing some of your snow gear, so that's coming off>And 2) for some reason, the heat of this room feels a lot more uncomfortable than when you were last in here>Even with your snow gear off, the heat's still almost oppressive to your new body
Hey, is it normal to be feeling this uncomfortable right now?>Our̤ ki̮n̢d̨ ̲ha͇ve ̰an̜ ex̼tr̪e͈ṃe͉ ͕av̹ḙr̻s̹io̘n ͔to ͇heąt, w͔e w̼ǫuld̥ be͖ s̨u̪rp̙ris̠e͕d͓ ̢if ̺you ̩ḑi̘dn̳'t̞ ̹feel t̰h͜at̥.͈>Oh yeah, because heat's one of the few things capable of killing a Thing
Dang, I've always been a bigger fan of warm temperatures. Does this mean I can never take a hot shower again?>W̱e̥ ̝h̼a͔ve no̰ ̲idea.
Then this is going to be a long stay…>W̥e ͍h̹ave̯ ̘ḁļso n͔e͈gḽe̱c̤te͜d̻ t̲o̭ ͎a͇s̩k̳, ho̙w̞ ͅl̡ong̜ until̘ we ͇can͇ ̲l̝eav̹e̟?͖
At least another week.>'͎Da̘ng'̜ ̘i̙ndeed..̪.
>>252948>parasite that gives Halo's flood a run for their money!
one toasty boi
>>252897>you are Twilight Sparkle>your teleportation spell drops you off in your bedchamber>it was on this day 13 years ago that you…>you…>all at once, your legs grow weak>and you collapse onto your bed>13 years, and she still hates you>and why shouldn't she?>no matter how many bits you send her>no matter how many times you promote her books>there's nothing you can really do to make up for…>for…>one of the first things you did upon ascending to the throne was to destroy the Restricted Archives>unlike your predecessor, you have no emotional attachment to the ponies who wrote those works>and no matter how many times you channel the awesome healing power of light magic>you don't think you could ever trust yourself with those books>in all of Equestria, there's only one remaining trace, so far as you know, that dark magic ever existed>her>the poison in her heart and in her mind>the poison you put there>Anonymous, the victim of an unearned hate>your hate>Celestia always considered the matter wrapped up once you were saved>but every time you see Anon>in the crowd>in the street>in that bistro>you know that nobody ever thought to save her>as an earth pony, it's true that she's unlikely to get into dark magic>but you know what it's like to feel an all-consuming hatred>you've felt it in yourself>you've seen it in others>it's a miserable way to live>your crimes will never truly be undone til Anon is healed on the inside>but how, you wonder>can you make that happen?
>you are Anon>your rebirth, all those years ago, was founded on three basic assumptions>one, you would be big one day>two, she would be old one day>three, when that day came you could claim your revenge>ah, the rage you felt, then>the sheer, mouth-frothing wrath>when, less than a year later, she was promoted to the rank of alicorn princess>and the grinding disappointment that came when you understood that you weren't growing older>whatever vile spell she cast on you didn't account for the process of growing up again>you're a fucking little filly, deep into your 30s>that's two of your basic assumptions out the window right there>she's the one who got big>and you're the one who got old>well, not old, in the strictest sense>but you've grown tired>less potent, so to speak>you wouldn't be surprised if you were somehow still hurtling toward death by old age>despite the fact that you can't age>you have, however, gained a cutie mark by this point>a simple, black question mark>most ponies assume that this is because you're a novelist>you know it's because you're a fraud>you've wormed your way into Canterlot society by ripping off Earth stories to the best of your memory>currently, you're adapting Dosoevsky's Demons for Equestrian readers>the original is the tale of a son who destroys his home town to avenge himself on his neglectful father>there were some other plot-lines in the story too, and you're honestly putting too much emphasis on that one in particular to have a faithful adaptation on your hooves>but it can't be helped>what you're writing is largely the tale of a daughter who returns to utterly destroy her violent-but-repentant mother>does it need to be spelled out why this appeals to you?>Twilight Sparkle is untouchable in real life>but on the printed page, you've destroyed her dozens of times>you've been Kriemhild and Hagen>the monster and Frankenstein>Smerdyakov and Fyodor Pavlovitch>and much, much more>the best part?>you've managed to guilt her into promoting every single story you've stolen>though, somehow, each time she obliges you in this only increases your hatred for her>it's the same way with the large stipend of hush money you receive every month>you'd give back every bit to just feel that giant horn crack under your little hoof>a drop of rain falls from the sky to interrupt your train of thought>breaking free from the spiral of your thoughts, you see that you've wandered off in exactly the wrong direction>your home is clear on the other side of Canterlot>and now it's raining>a low, guttural growl erupts from your throat>fucking Twilight Sparkle
In the thing's defense, the flood also doesn't like fire
>>252944>Bending over backwards for the PTFG shill
I bet Seb's getting off to this now.
Can we get more Viridity? I just got caught up and I don't want it to end yet…
I uh… is anybody else lost? I'd be willing to explain a few things if I'm not being especially clear…>>252565>Something large gets blown through the door, but just like before it dematerializes, leaving nothing but blood.>The door is completely blown off of its hinges.>"Sorry about that Pinkie, I'll pay you back.">Twilight walks over to the two of you, sizing you up.>"We've been having some trouble with those ones for a few weeks now, haven't we Clover?">You look around, confused.>"Oh not you, get with the program. She actually likes the name, so she gets to keep it."
"I… need to show you something.">"Hm?">You lead Twilight out back to the charred body.
"She climbed in the oven, I tried to saw open the door but I didn't make it in time.">Twilight gets very quiet.>You start to see little black dots all around you.>Rotating your head slightly doesn't see them following your eyes, so you assume they're part of the environment.>You open your mouth, but you can't get a syllable out before your teeth slam shut.>Twilight's pupils are shrunk to tiny black dots.>She looks at you.>You feel lighter than the air.>Your body is far away.>Your vision is tinged in grey.>You find your mouth is free again, and yet you can still feel Twilight's grasp on it, tight as a drum.>You try to vocalize distress, but you don't see her responding.>You're high up, and yet you're on the ground.>Holding up a hoof, you can see through it. The bone, the veins and arteries carrying blood to your organs…>Your recently repaired leg bones…>If you get there early, will it be the right time?>Heaven is just waiting, so put your hand into mine…>She's finally going to do it.>The sad thing is that it isn't even anything you've done this time.>You tried your best to save her.>The best you can figure is that this state is a sort of backup of the body.>Maybe she's taking you out to put Pinkie in.>After all, you haven't been quite kind to her since you've arrived back here.>Not that she deserves kindness…>You're about a hundred feet up now.>You can see League and some other filly on the ground, waving around some sort of clear bottles.>Huh, that other filly…>You pass into a cloud, but you could've sworn there was something familiar about her.>If you had any control over the rising, you would travel over to those mountains and look down from above.>You concentrate, and find that you can't.>Oh well.>There's no cold despite the height that you've accumulated, but you almost wish there were. >This feels strangely unnatural. >You're not entirely sure why, you've been in planes before.>Maybe it's the near-vertical ascent.>You do see something burning on the outskirts of the Everfree.>Hopefully it's Zecora's hut.>She did nearly get you killed, after all.>You watch the sky as you ascend.>It gets less blue and more black, eventually.>Looking into the cosmos, you can see that this world is structured much like your own.>The moon orbits the planet, and the planet orbits the sun.>You do wonder what Celestia's rite to power is if not the sun though…>Does she draw energy from it?>You suppose it hardly matters now.>Where do you go now?>You're still being drawn in by something as far as you can tell.>You can actually feel the suction now…>Well, wherever it is can't be worse than this rotten world.>You will admit to probably missing a few things, though.>League, the Twilight you convinced to come with you.>Oh, there's some of your memory.>You guess being knocked out of your body was good for something after all.>The stars are quite a bit closer than they were on earth…>Based on what you can tell from here, there are at least a few that would be colonization distance, at least if were in the Goldilocks Zone and the Equestrians had developed a means to reaching them…>How beautiful, and with no retinas to ruin you can stare at them all you want.>Something shimmers before you.>You can vaguely see shadow that doesn't line up with the pinpoints of light beyond the your vision…>Some kind of portal, or a gateway?>Heh, that was a good episode.>Suddenly, you're glad the contents of your actual organs haven't carried over.>Otherwise, you probably would have pissed and/or shit yourself.>It…>You avert your eyes.>You don't even want to think about what you just saw.>But you're being drawn straight towards it…>This is it.>You're entering the Doom Dimension.>This is the end.>You think back on it all.>Quite a few regrets…>None of it matters now though.>In evanescence you will be…>Well, nothing.>The little feeling you had left starts to be taken from you as It draws you.>You relax.>There is a part of you that wants this, after all.>You wish it didn't have to be this horrifying, but whatever fits the bill.>You close your eyes.>Suddenly, snow on your hooves.>A cold bucket of water splashes on your back, causing you to jerk up.>"I was seconds too late to gather hers.">You shiver.>Your fur has begun to freeze to your back, penetrating the relative thickness of your coat effectively.
"If you could have gotten it, would you have chosen her over me?">She looks at you coldly.>"No, of course not. You're my little filly, and sometimes little fillies need to be taught that their actions are of consequence."
>>252961>you are still Anon>your rebirth, all those years ago, was founded on three basic assumptions>one, you would be big one day>two, she would be old one day>three, when that day came you could claim your revenge>ah, the rage you felt, then>the sheer, mouth-frothing wrath>when, less than a year later, she was promoted to the rank of alicorn princess>and the grinding disappointment that came when you understood that you weren't growing older>whatever vile spell she cast on you didn't account for the process of growing up again>you're a fucking little filly, deep into your 30s>that's two of your basic assumptions out the window right there>she's the one who got big>and you're the one who got old>well, not old, in the strictest sense>but you've grown tired>less potent, so to speak>you wouldn't be surprised if you were somehow still hurtling toward death by old age>despite the fact that you can't age>you have, however, gained a cutie mark by this point>a simple, black question mark>most ponies assume that this is because you're a novelist>you know it's because you're a fraud>you've wormed your way into Canterlot society by ripping off Earth stories to the best of your memory>currently, you're adapting Dosoevsky's Demons for Equestrian readers>the original is the tale of a son who destroys his home town to avenge himself on his neglectful father>there were some other plot-lines in the story too, and you're honestly putting too much emphasis on that one in particular to have a faithful adaptation on your hooves>but it can't be helped>what you're writing is largely the tale of a daughter who returns to utterly destroy her violent-but-repentant mother>does it need to be spelled out why this appeals to you?>Twilight Sparkle is untouchable in real life>but on the printed page, you've destroyed her dozens of times>you've been Kriemhild and Hagen>the monster and Frankenstein>Smerdyakov and Fyodor Pavlovitch>and much, much more>the best part?>you've managed to guilt her into promoting every single story you've stolen>though, somehow, each time she obliges you in this only increases your hatred for her>it's the same way with the large stipend of hush money you receive every month>you'd give back every bit to just feel that giant horn crack under your little hoof
>you are Twilight Sparkle>you've just woken up from the nightmare where you're sucking Anon's eye out of her head>your eyes snap wide open as you feel violently ill>in the darkness of the early morning, nobody sees you stick your head out the window>nobody witnesses the cascade of black vomit that splatters into the palace garden>you slump to your knees back in your chamber>a quick glance at the ornate grandfather clock in the corner tells you that it's a few hours yet before you'll have to raise the Sun>every single day since you teleported out of that bistro>this has been your morning>it's getting to be intolerable>you don't think you can survive an eternity of this>in the back of your mind>an idea has been developing>you know it's a bad idea>"creating problems to solve problems is wrong" is a lesson you learned years and years ago>and you voice this objection every time your mind presents this idea>but the idea always comes back later>more polished>with better risk management>and it's starting to have all the trappings of a…>well, not a good idea>but a reasonable one>if you could just expose Anon to a little light magic>just one little friendship-beam>she'd be healed>right?
>you are Anon>you've just woken up from the dream where Twilight Sparkle is sucking your eye out of your skull>the harsh glare of the Sun through your dirty window tells you that it must be past noon>you groan and fall from your bed>you hunkered down and finished your Demons rip-off in about 3 days>you even went back and included the famous "deleted scene">your publishers called you a sick little pony, as usual>but they'll publish it anyway>they think you're sick now>just wait til they get ''Equestrian Princess'' a few months from now>as always, you skip breakfast and head straight for your typewriter>but you pause when you sense something that's not part of your home's usual clutter>someone's slipped an envelope through the letter-slot in your door>without ceremony, you grasp the thing with your hooves and teeth and tear it open>a letter flutters to the grease-stained floor, its ornate horn-writing facing up>"Come see me when you're feeling better. ~ Ruby">the letter is promptly trod on til it's grey with dirty hoofprints>she's your ex-boss>not your fucking mother>in spite of that, you'll probably visit her today anyway
>>253045>you are Chrysalis, immortal Queen of the changeling race>for an eternity, you have languished in stone>here in the garden, the sun shines>the birds sing>the ponies smile>you hate it>the monotony is broken, however, when a tall, purple creature cautiously steps into view>she eyes you up and down grimly>but cringes when her gaze lands on Cozy Glow at your shoulder"You know, showing off a scared filly as a vanquished enemy isn't a great look.">she tilts her head"I'll, uh, get around to seeing about reforming you at some point. Soon. Probably.">delicately, she brushes a leaf off of your companion's face"I, uh, promise. Maybe I'll try to get a hold of Tirek's brother to see what he wants with him at some point too.">that voice…>could it be?>it is!>it's Twilight Sparkle!>why, she's taller than you are!>how long…>how long has it been?>is it too late to claim your revenge on Starlight Glimmer?!>you could scream right now, if only you could breathe>Twilight Sparkle's gaze grows stern again as it falls on you"But right now, I'm just here for you, Chrysalis.">her horn lights up as she attempts to pluck you from the pedestal>failing that, she sighs>picks up the whole statue>and walks off with you and your companions>you're angled up and staring at the sky>so you can't see quite where you're going>but sky turns to marble ceiling>and marble ceiling turns to cobblestone ceiling>the room you're set down in is dank and dark>which is, frankly, much more to your tastes than the garden>the first thing Twilight Sparkle does is produce a familiar, black bell>the Bewitching Bell>she taps it once with her metal-shod hoof>and a little bit of green magic flows into you>it's not enough to break you out of here>but it feels good"Now… they did this with ordinary magic, so I should just be able to…">a flash>you're free!>you're lunging for her throat>but something knocks you backwards>and now you're pinned to wall"I gave you just a little bit more power than a strong unicorn would have, and by this point I have just a little bit more power than Celestia. That wasn't going to work.">whatever words you had planned a few minutes ago slip away as you hiss furiously at her"Besides, I'm not the one you really hate anyway.">what is she, baiting you?>if so, you bite
hate you.""Yeah, I know. And you hate Thorax, and my brother, and my brother's wife, and I'm sure a dozen other ponies and non-ponies to boot. But none of them are quite the same as Starlight Glimmer, are they?">an involuntary snarl escapes you at that
"Is she even still alive?""Sure, it's only been 10 years.">relief washes over you in an awesome wave>Starlight Glimmer is alive>which means you can put a stop to that yourself>however, you don't want Twilight Sparkle to see just how relieved you are>so you put up some snark
"So, what? Has she turned against you? You want me to destroy her for you because you're too squeamish do it yourself?""Sun, no! Starlight is still one of my closest friends!"
"Then what-""Look. You don't need to know what I'm doing. Let's just say I'm taking a long, hard look at my life and I want to set a few things right before it's too late. I have a deal for you. Are you interested?">you are>but you can't be too obvious with it
"I'm listening.""I'm going to allow you to capture Starlight Glimmer.">what
"What.""There's a few strings attached, obviously. First thing is, no hurting Starlight. You can make her uncomfortable, make her work, whatever, but you can't harm her in any way. Got it?">you obviously disagree with this>but you're not going to ruin this chance by saying so
"Go on.""Second thing is, no hurting anyone. Period. You can trap anyone in your way with that green stuff, but that's it."
"Anything else?""Third thing. No stealing love, or trying to gain power in any way. Remember, I'm the most powerful alicorn on the planet right now, and you're barely more than a unicorn. I can deal with you all by myself. You'll have to steal a lot of love to overpower me, and believe me when I tell you that I'll know if you're breaking our deal long before that happens.">curses>what is she, tracking you somehow?>there's got to be some way to outwit her, if only you can get out of here
"And what do I get out of this?""Well, depending on how things go, I might let you leave Equestria. You could start a new hive if you wanted, cause a bunch of trouble, just so long as you do it somewhere else.">you really, really cannot believe your ears>she's a fool to trust you even this much>you've lived for centuries>she's barely a hatchling compared to you>you'll find some way to make her regret this>but in the meanwhile…
"I accept your offer.""Excellent.">she drops you, and you elegantly buzz down to the floor"Now, if you have no further concerns, I believe you know the way out.">you take on the form of an unassuming guardpony
"Better than you realize, princess.">she smiles menacingly"Remember, Chrysalis. I'm watching you."
>>253046>you are Twilight>once the changeling queen is gone>the mask slips>this was a really, really bad idea>it's not that you particularly mind taking advantage of Chrysalis>she's been blasted with light magic no fewer than three times in her life>if that couldn't dig up anything redeemable in her, there's probably nothing to dig up>though you suppose this technically counts as a fourth chance for her>and on the really, really off-chance that she actually comes out of this a better changeling, you'll keep your word and let her go free>it's also not that you haven't taken every precaution>you've already isolated the wavelength of Chrysalis' ego, and can latch onto her mind at any time>you doubt if you could actually take over her mind without her noticing>but you already tested hitching a ride on her senses before freeing her, and she doesn't seem to have noticed>you should be able to step in if things get out of hoof>but what if there's something you failed to account for?>you can't come up with anything, no matter how hard you rack your brain>but in the back of your mind, you know that there's always something to overlook>in any case, you've already let her go>you'll give her about an hour>and then>you've got a summons to give
>you are Anon>you prepared a cup of coffee>stuck a harsh rock record in the phonograph>sat down at your typewriter>and proceeded to not write anything at all as you fumed over Ruby's letter>it didn't take long to realize that you weren't gonna be able to focus til you paid her a visit>so, without so much as turning off the music or finishing your coffee>off you went>now a jingling bell announces your entry into Ruby's jewel shop>a different location from the one 13 years ago>bigger>in a nicer part of town>more customers>customers who she happily abandons when she sees you walk in>"Ah, Locket, can you take care of these lovely ponies for me?">Silver Locket clicks into place behind the display counter as Ruby comes out to meet you>"Anon! Did you get my letter?">there's a brightness in this mare's smile that causes you to squint and turn away
"Y-yeah.">"Well come on upstairs. I've got brownies and hot cocoa for you.">she opens a door, and bounces up the stairs beyond with the vitality of a mare ten years her junior>you sigh and trudge on up after her>Ruby is already sprawled out on her couch by the time you make it upstairs>you clamber up into the armchair (hoofchair?) on the other side of the coffee table, where the brownies and cocoa lie waiting>"Try some, I'm very proud of this recipe.">the sweets give off an overpowering odor of sugar that twists your stomach in knots
"Unh, no thanks.">"Not hungry?"
"I'm not saying that I stayed up til 3 in the morning drinking again, but I'm also not saying I didn't.">"Oh, drinking? A little fine champaigne? Some Cristal Empire, perhaps?"
"Well, no. More like a lot of cheap vodka. Sweetka.">"Ah, with a little cranberry juice, I suppose?"
"No… more like, uh, straight out of the bottle.">Ruby smiles sympathetically>"Goodness. If you wanted to drink acid, I keep some big bottles of solvent right here in my shop."
"Oh, whatever. What did you want?">"I just wanted to see how you were doing. You know, a social call."
"Why?">"Because friends have a funny habit of cheering each other up when they're in a bad mood. Come on now, how have you been?"
"I'm starting a new book about a psychopathic serial killer inspired by Twilight Sparkle.">"Ah… you're still, ah, shaken up, then."
"You could say that.">Ruby levitates a cup of cocoa to her lips for a moment>"You'll feel better come winter time. You always do."
"Sure, sure. Hearthswarming and all that. Good times, yeah.">"You know I've always felt so bad about the accident. I just wish there was some way to cheer you up faster."
"Well don't feel bad. It's not your fault. It's hers.">Ruby, of course, knows better than to push the issue any farther than that>she sips on her cocoa some more>and lets the smile fade from her lips>and suddenly, she looks very, very tired>you honestly don't know why Ruby still bothering herself over you>even you can see that you've been nothing but a shitty friend to her these past 13 years
"So… is Red not staying with you right now?">"No, no, she is. For at least a few more weeks, anyway. She's probably just out…">she grimaces>"Drinking right now."
"Oh. Well, she could probably use the time off.">"Couldn't we all?">more sipping>more silence>no, not silence>there are hooves trotting up the stairs>the door opens>Silver Locket pokes her head into the sitting room>"Ah, Ruby. There are some ponies downstairs asking for you. They're from the Royal Guard."
Yeah I can do that.
Is anyone looking foward to the Occult Facade green?
That way I update accordingly.
>>253047>you are Chrysalis, mistress of the Hive>disguised as an ordinary townspony, it didn't take you long to figure out that Starlight Glimmer was living in the hideous tree-castle at the center of Ponyville>yes, you intend to stick to the deal Twilight Sparkle offered you>for now, at least>it's true that there are certainly strings attached that she didn't tell you about>but you need to find out what those strings are before deviating from the deal>you also need to find out how she's keeping tabs on you>so far, you haven't detected any tracking enchantments on your person>so she's most likely subverting minds - yours or otherwise - to watch you>one of those horrific deeds so typical of creatures who think of themselves as "the good guys">if you could just gather up enough love, you could muster the mental strength to catch her in the act of - and eventually block her from - infiltrating your mind>but the prospect of doing that unnoticed seems unlikely at best right now>so for right now>it's all you can do to take as much revenge on Starlight Glimmer as you can get away with>wouldn't it be just delicious to tell her that her dear friend Princess Twilight went so far as to give you permission for this?>after all, Twilight Sparkle never made you agree not to do that>you cackle under your breath as you assume the form of a tiny fruit fly and slip inside through the cracks
>you are Anon>waiting in the sitting room with the brownies and cocoa is getting awkward>you decide to head downstairs to see what's going on with Ruby and the guards>but as you reach the shop area, the guards are already on their way out>Ruby stands stone-still, awe written on her face>you reach up over your head to wave your hoof in front of her eyes
"Hello? What's going on?">Ruby blinks>"Princess Twilight wants to see me in her palace right away over a matter of the gravest importance.">immediately>unstoppably>you begin to tremble all over>Ruby shakes herself from her dumbfounded state>"Er, ah, apparently she said that if I happened to have any friends over I was encouraged to bring them. But, ah, I don't suppose you're interested in coming.">hot talons wrap themselves around your heart>your jaw moves all on its own
"Actually, I'd love to come."
To be continued.
On Sunday or Monday probably, but to be continued nonetheless.
That's one hell of an out of body experience.>A cold bucket of water splashes on your back, causing you to jerk up.
Hah! Going to need that water for this >>252565
burn…What will happen next? Also R.I.P. Ponk you were a good poner for us all.
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>>253049>"Actually, I'd love to come."
Oh boy what a potential wrench.