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 No.258823[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?

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/drive/folders/1AowOdwFzlbRk0FVZsRGRYe2hyKhzo2h3?usp=sharing
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: >>255954


>You are anon
>You are a tiny green horse with a neat black mane
>And you have [Best Plot] X1
>Since you came to equestria you realized every stallion around would just stare at your plot
>At first you assumed everyone here was a pedo
>Then you realized they didn't look at the other fillies the same way
>Today, today is the day you test your theory
>That's why you're in the market
>In front of a cucumber stall
>Yknow, for scientific purposes
>"What can i do ya for lil filla'?"
>A green and black stallion seems to be the shopkeeper
"Let me guess, your name is green pickle or some shit?"
>The stallion frowns
>"Ah' don' like ya tone lil' on', but i gotta tell ya mah name s' actually Ri-"
>You cut him off coughing viciously
>He looks at you with worry
"Mr, can i get a cucumber?"
>You put on your best "I'm totally not sticking it up my butt" smile(TM)
>"Well sure yo' can sweethert', tha' would be four bitta'"
>You turn to look at your back
>Yep, no saddlebags
"Sorry mister, i-I don't have any money…"
>He instantly frowns
>Shit, you're losing him
>Suddenly something deep inside your tiny horse body awakens
>Such tremendous feel, only comparable to the scream of 10.000 blind mongolians
>Or tfw no coltfriend
>Your whole body shakes, as a burning feel concentrates within your stomach
>B-Brain, what's happening!?
"Ah' let you touchit'"
>You're suddenly caressing your left buttock with your hoof
>The shopkeeper starts to sweat, looking visibly awkward
>It's super effective
>"I-I- What kind of stallion you take me for!?"
>The shock fixed his voice
"C'mon stud, i betya' this aint the first time you throw a dog a bone"
>"I-I- This is not right"
>You approach the awkward stallion and hold onto his leg
"Woah sweetheart, packing some serious heat are we?"
>You press on his tiny muscles with your hooves
>The stallion picks as many cucumbers as he can from the stall
>He pushes them on you, distancing himself
>"ALRIGHT, AL-alright, take them, take them all, for the love of Celestia just stop"
>You put on the biggest, fattest pickle-eating grin
"Pleasure doing business with ya'"
>After a mocking salute, you take the fattest cucumber out of the pile and walk back home
>Today was a good day


>Be Princess Mi Amore Cadenza
>The concert hall filled with love filled ponies.
"Everypony we are in a state of war."
>Gasps could be heard.
"Filly Feel Limited Liability Corporation has released their new line of products."
>A gentle murmur confused.
"Anon's Magnum Dong, and the Biggus Dickus."
>"Oh! I have three!"
>My hoof met my face again.
"We are trying to limit their budget."
>"But they feel so good!"
>"Yeah! They stretch me out in all the right places!"
>"It truly feels like a real filly's!"
>The congregation of ponies stoped for a moment.
>In a mixture of awe, fright, and lust.
>Mostly lust, and awe.
>"I buy them for my colleagues to practice on."
>Horror intensifies now.
>"I'm a gynecologist for foals with problems. That way nopony is harmed."
>The collective "Ooooh." releases the suffocating tension.
>"I proudly pound my Filly Fappers Fanny everyday!"
"It's a problem for recreational use! Here look at this live stream to see what molesters are doing at their give away."
>The fact it was also for charity is strictly hush hush.
>The big screen flashes to life.
>Shining Armor thusting into the newest model.
>"Fuck her harder honey!"
>Oh no.
>The camera pans out.
>Princess Lovey dovey herself is riding the Anon's Magnum Dong Two: Boogaloo Shmoo.
>"Hey! What is going on here?"
>"Honey! It's AHH! It's AHH!lmost as good as yoooou!"
"Ah, ah ha… I've got to go bye! Oof!"
>Guards tackling me loosening my disguise.
>Be Queen- ow.
>"We've got her just as planned boss. Ready for pick up."
>The sounds of their love making ringing as I'm dragged away.

>Be Anonymous co-owner of Filly Feel LLC

>"Our sales are looking good, and nonconsentual touching is down."
>"Project Unripe is… almost done."
"Personally that's gross, but it will lower those rates even further. You did well. Begin the final steps now."
>Looking at my baby form I realize just what I said.
"Ah uh, it can wait another day right?"
>"Don't be a big baby about it. You never know you might even enjoy it."


That's an adorably cruel image OP


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Thanks for bringing the fillies home.
>Anon with consenting adults
>Lolcow that may have skeletons
Real tough choice you posted here.


>"It truly feels like a real filly's!"
I don't like those implications…


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Figured I'd make sure this ended up here since some of you might want to use it for reactions.


>since some of you might want to use it for reactions.
Thank you very much, I'm sure this angry filly leaving will be used often.


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I was about to say I've seen that filly before, but then I noticed this time she's animated
Good on you, anon!


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Reposting from previous thread because Harvey probably won't


>Filly and League
Good team.


>"I'm so… frustrated League."
>You're confused, your friend Nonny caught you at the sink and led in with that.
"What about?"
>"All of these ponies are just awful. I'm just not gonna take it."
>"Just hear me out, okay? I've got two knives in these saddlebags. You take one with me and we'll kill every piece of shit who's ever fucked with us."
"I don't know if that's-"
>She stops you with a piercing glare.
>"I like you now, League. Go home, tell nopony."
>You gulp.
"O-okay Anon. See you tomorrow."
>She gestures to her head with a hoof, jerking it up and making a 'pew' sound.
>"No, I don't think you will. I love you, League. I'm sorry if it never showed."
>You sniff.
"It did."
>You rush out of the school as the first screams start to echo.


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>"All of these ponies are just awful. I'm just not gonna take it."
FYI, Ponyville is the best place in Equestria.


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We're talking about the Loneverse here. Everything is bad but what we consider the best things are the worst.


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>"Don't be a big baby about it. You never know you might even enjoy it."


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Dresshorse's wig is weird


Oh dear, let me send you down the rabbit hole.


M-my style isn't that recognizable is it?


I know about Seb, I just don't know what "incroyable" means


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Not 100% sure but I believe it's about the impossibility to reproduce such degenerate art.


Imagine that, but with ponies.

10/10 wig. Celestia should make that a mandate for those in power. To reach the highest level of dickhead.


That's a chubby fucking filly. But hey, more to hug.


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>Love Licking Edition
Purest momfu's love, ever.


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Filly is for being doted on by a loving and caring momfu


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Filly is for abuse.


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That grumpy filly needs some hugs


>She was green,
>dark haired,
>and quadrapedal
>but worst of all she was tangible.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I said pointing a vicious finger at her.

“Says who, fucker.” She said, standing her ground and rising to the challenge in that adorable filly voice. She was inside of a cardboard box, all the tabs folded out -- she hung her hooves over the lip of the box. One of the tabs had a crude phallus drawn in what appeared to be sharpie. Another tab read ‘Fuck You’.

“Says the natural order of things. Says me.” Me I said. “You.” I continued pointing my finger at her like she had shit on the carpet. “You are Anonfilly.”

She spat at me, right in my face. “Suck a fat one, greentard. So what?”

“I am Anon. There cannot be two of us. You need to leave.” I told her, as if that would solve things.

“Well tough shit! I can’t. I don’t know I got here, I don’t know where I am,” She took one big look at me, scanning me up and down with her green eyes, “and I don’t know what the fuck you are.”

“You don’t?” I responded, earnestly confused. How could she not know-

“You look like a kindergartener got creative with some green-beans and a stapler.” Anonfilly took the opportunity to spit at me again. The saliva landed on my hand instead of my cheek this time — I was more prepared that time.

“Yeah? And you look like a fucking anomaly before god.”

She pounced. She was roughly the size of my torso, and she had just landed with all of her weight on my face. We crumpled to the ground… or more like I fell and gravity dicatated she fall with me. My head bounced off of the carpeted floor of my bedroom. She began to wail on me with her hooves, blam blam blam, each one landing somewhere more painful than the last. “Gah, fuck! Fuck off of me you you little shit!” I yelled at her.

I used my human superiority to take control of the situation. I had her under me in no time, all four of her hooves immobilized, under my four limbs.

She looked up at me with an indescribable amount of rage. I saw fire in those eyes that so reflected my own green ones. I would be giving the same look if that were me in that situation “Let GO OF ME you PERVERT!” She screeched in that little girl voice of hers. I had neighbors and I began to instantly worry.

“Fuck no I’m not gonna let go of you!” She spit at me again. Then she began to scream even louder. It was piercing, and almost emotionally distressing. I got up in her face, real close. My nose squashed against hers and i pushed her face to the floor with mine. “You are going to shut the fuck up, or I will shut you the fuck up for you. Do you understand me.”

She shut the fuck up long enough to give me another incomprehensably livid look, and then licked me. “You taste like fucking shit,” she said.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” I demanded answers.

“I was home before I was here — me and your mom were about to- '' She started before I smooshed her muzzle with my face, showing dominance. “Ow! Ow ow ow fuck fine! Equestria!”

“How did you get here? Here in my bedroom?”

“I don’t fucking know?!” She said with such conviction I couldn’t not believe her. There was a tense moment of silence. “Damn dude, this is your bedroom? This is a real shithole.”

“Fuck you.” I told her. There was more silence. “If I let you up, what will you do?”

“Shit on the floor, cry, vomit. I don’t quite know yet. Probably see where the fuck I am.” She said. Goddamn, she really didn’t run out of verbal spunk.

“I’m gonna let you up. I don’t want to actually have to subdue you, okay? Can you just be chill for a second while we try to figure this situation out?” I asked her.

More silence. The rage had subdued in her eyes. “Fine. I gotta piss anyways, can you take me outside?”

“I have a toilet?” I replied.

“The fuck?” She said. I released her. Contrary to what I believed her next action to be, she did not immediately attack me. She stood up, and just kinda moved around a little bit. I kneeled with my face in my hands.

“You know, a toilet?” I replied.

“What the hell is a toilet?”

((I want to continue this but I'm very tired. What do you guys think? I don't have any images to contribute so sorry about that


>“What the hell is a toilet?”
What a TWIST!


I was actaully about to mention my little Dashie in another thread. Weird. Are mind are probably connected.

It is probably great filly. I'm going to bed. Will read tomorrow.
>Lifts up my blanket and pats on the spot besides me.
Wanna sleep tight with me poner?


You should continue it, faggot.


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Not sure if this is new, but filly with Little League from this thread:


And like a retard I forgot the thread.


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>Love Licking
So cute.


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I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.


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>your wish


I want to be the broken filly.




“You expect me to piss in that?” She said when I showed her the waste-take-awaying contraption.

“Yeah, everyone pisses in these.” I told her. “I can give you a demonstration.”

“No thank you,” she said.

“Ah, so she can be polite!” I remarked, my hands on my hips.

“I will fucking bite you.”

“And I’ll fucking launch you.” Silence seemed to be a theme. “You need any help?”

“No, I got this.” She said. She was a little taller than the rim of the bowl. It was funny watching her get herself up on top of it, the toilet rattling dangerously the entire time (landlord sucks). She eventually ended up with all four hooves at different corners of the lid, her body precariously perched above the hole. “How the hell am I supposed to pee?”

“Usually I just relax my muscles down there and piss starts coming out.”

She blushed, looked at me angrily. “Get out!” She shouted as she continued trying to figure out how to use the toilet. I put my hands up.

“Fine, but I’m gonna fucking cook and eat you if I find any piss on the floor.” I told her.

I stepped out, closing the door behind me. I listened for any activity, and mostly I heard the toilet rattle as she tried to figure out how to work it. I heard a plop, an ‘Aha!’ and then the sound of liquid poured into liquid in a bowl. I walked away after she had figured it out.

I was thinking about something — I read that goddamn story: I absolutely do not want to have a ‘My Little Anonfilly’ type story. I shuddered in horror at the thought of having to deal with this little doesn’t-know-what-a-toilet-is shit for 20 fucking years. If there were some way to bridge the gap between this universe and that one, I would have to do it by any means necessary. I preferred solitude, that and if she gets discovered, that's just gonna cause more chaos for me.

And potentially her. Speaking of which, she was knocking from the inside of the bathroom. “Anon?” She called out like a hungry cat. “Anooon! I can’t open this door.”

I opened the door for her and she trotted out. I briefly glanced inside the door, just to check and make sure there wasn’t a puddle of yellow sitting on the floor. I flushed the toilet for her because she apparently hadn’t figured that function out. When I did that, she gave me a really confused look, and persisted out of the bathroom and into my living room.

She just kinda sat on the floor, looking up at me. I just kinda stood there with my hands in my pockets, looking down at her. “So…” I started.

“I want to go home,” She said.

“And I want you to go home.” More silence. “Did you have a nice pee?”

“How do you plan to get me home?”

“Me? Plan to get you home? Honey, I have no idea how you even showed up here.” I told her, shaking my head.

“Well there’s gotta be some way, I can’t just be stranded here.” She said. The rage in her eyes was flickering away to a sad fear.

“I… I honestly think you might be. There’s no precedent for this in my world, only fiction about situations like these.” I said, “Now that I’m thinking of it, you’re fiction too. You’re an invention of the internet.”

“Hell no I’m not. I don’t even know what the internet is, don’t you shove that shit down upon me!” She stamped her hoof on the floor. “What the hell is that even supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ve heard of you before.” Oh god why did I keep talking. “You… people write about you, draw about you.”

“They do?” She asked. Sad fear went to just normal fear. Damn, I could see all of my emotions reflected back in those big, cute eyes. She really was me in filly form, wasn’t she.

“You’re like, a book character of sorts here…” I said.

“Show me!” She demanded, running towards my legs. She pounced again, landing on my right calf and wrapping her hooves around it. “Show me show me show me!”

“Fuck it fine!” I said as I tried to shake her off. “Get off of me!”


>Inb4 she reads Lone15's green
>Or Killi's
Nice job.


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Some more art of filly, Nyx and Dyx.


Look on the bright side it's almost a sure fire way to get to Equestria. You're going to need to increase your persuasion skills to convince the poners that you could come to Equestia even though that plot point was there for the feelsif this anon wants to go to Equestria.
Oh and survive the ten to twenty years.
>tfw you give rise to a superior shit poster


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Do you guys ever think about what it would be like to be molested by Aunt Pinkie? I think about it. A lot.


Is it really molestion if you're a consenting adult?
>tfw Ponk's mane has a dildo that nopony else can see so you ride her everywhere in Ponyville none the wiser of why you're breathing to heavy, and why you're so flushed.


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>G1 Filly


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By the power of Ponytron, stop right now!
Lucky star gets a pass


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Isn't that what you wanted Anon?


No, you're both just furfags.


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>mischievous Twilight
Dear Princess Celestia
Today Twilight was using her magic to mess with an innocent anon, again.
Royal prompt action is required.


I want filly to get excited and briefly lose control


Kind of disgusting. I didn't write it, but I figured some of you might get a kick out of it.
I sexually Identify as a little filly. Ever since I was a colt I dreamed of old stallions pumping me
full of semens inside my tight little cunny. People say to me that a pony being a little filly is
Impossible and I’m fucking retarded but I don’t care, I’m cute and beautiful. I’m having a plastic
surgeon to install little filly ovaries, crotchtits and have old stallions semens pumped into my
little cunny. From now on I want you guys to call me a “little filly” and respect my right to have sex
with old stallions and drip semen from my cunny needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a
parthenophobic and need to check your gender privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.


Another one, god help me.
Bang bang! She fucked my ass.
Bang bang! She gave me gas.
Bang bang! I have the braps.
Bang bang! My Filly fucked my ass.

Bang bang! She fucked my mouth.
Bang bang! And kissed her way down south.
Bang bang! We both have quite a drouth.
Bang bang! My Filly fucked my mouth.


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This writerfag is high and in heat.
Filly is not for sexual and she goes back with Twilight.


She wasn’t all that heavy to be honest. She was a comfortable weight as she sat in my lap at the desk, my computer open. My desk was the sight of a battlefield between me and my depression, a museum of plastic wrappers from a week ago and drinks sitting out, half-finished. She poked one of the plastic wrappers.

“What is this?” She asked, poking at the material with her hoof.

“Oh, that used to have a candy bar in it.”

“No like, what is that stuff.”

“The stuff?” It took me a second. “That stuff is plastic. We, uhh,” Oh to live in a world where there was no plastic. Was Equestria really that idyllic and pure? “We use it for packaging. I don’t know exactly how its made or what its made of.”

“It gives me the creeps.” I felt her shudder on my lap and it was hard to resist the urge to pet the shivers out of her.

“I feel that.” I said as I typed in my password and got to digging for greens and artwork. I opened up /mlp/, MlPol.net, and typed Anonfilly into DuckDuckGo with the safesearch filter ON. I found a few greens and a few pieces of artwork for her.

“Does this thing use magic?” She asked. “What is this thing?”

“No, this is called a computer. It gives me access to the internet. What I’m showing you right now is a very, very small slice of the internet.” I said, “The internet is-”

“Shut for half a second.” She jolted up on my lap, putting her forehooves on the desk as she peered into the computer screen. Her hooves dug into my thighs and her head blocked my view of the screen. “Oh Shit!” She cried. I could hear her panick. “Thats me!” The duckduckgo screen was filled top to bottom with cute filly. “Thats me! What are these drawings of me doing in there!”

“I don’t know what to tell you.” She began to hyperventilate. I had obviously onset some sort of existential crisis. She began to shake. “Hey, hey man-”

“Fuck you!” She shouted. “What the hell is going on? Where the hell am I? Why am I here?” She was crying now.

Tears streaming down her little green cheeks. I closed the computer, wrapped my arms around her.

Goddamnit. This is not how Saturdays are supposed to go. I didn’t want to fucking do this, but I did it anyways. My fingers combed through her hair over and over again, massagin her scalp as she wept into my chest in terror, in sadness. The realization overtook her, that she was stranded on foreign, alien shores, with no idea how she got there. I was absolutely autistic for even telling her that she was even remotely a concept here in my world.

Look at her. She’s just a little girl. All that tough guy bravado is just to keep her safe, she probably had bad shit going on back home in Equestria. She immediately put on a brave face and was a fighter because she was scared, and you just further shattered her reality. Goddamn I’m an asshole.

I picked her up and took her to my bed and wrapped her in a blanket. I wasn’t going to move until she stopped crying, and I let my shirt become a mess of her snot and tears. “That’s okay, little filly. That’s okay, Anon is here.” It was ridiculous but she responded well to it.

I just wish I could make it up somehow…

How does he make it up to her, Anons?


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Pee and filly.


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>be me
>be writefag
>haven't written anything in so long, pulling yourself out of a depressive slump
>warming up your writing muscles by posting Anonfilly stories on a slower chan
>want to get back to writefagging because you seem to have found a stride
>post the latest installment which asks the readers for suggestions on what happens next in the story



>see this fucking post

god fucking damnit /mlpol/


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Easy poner, peefags are feature, not a bug.



I want a momfu to carry me by the scruff of my neck


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Peetzer. Get this horse some peetzer. Veggie only, don't be a total fuck.


Obviously food. Possibly accidentally introducing to the wonders of meat. Or possibly not, if that pink thing in AJ's sandwich that one time was meat.


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I only hope yall keep the devil fruit hidden to prevent purpul crim- "accidents" if this goes…
It will be kept hidden, right?


A growing filly needs her fruits and veggies.


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Take it from a fag who used to write cyoa green here, people are seemingly pretty burned out on interactive greens. I know the feeling of not having Anons be as excited about what you're writing as you are though, just stick with it and the (You)s will come.
Food is a good idea, maybe go somewhere and pick up a smoothie. (Not a good idea to turn on your own blender if you have one, lol.) She's not too keen on all of the human aspects of earth, but if you show her how something humans have invented that doesn't run off of magic can taste really fucking nice, maybe she'll warm up a bit.


Rub her belly, then read her a good night story called 'Anonfilly but its My Little Dashie' if that fails those and the spin offs might give her a glimmer of hope.
When all else fails never forget the tried and true method.
If you aren't going to Equestria might as well dress her up like your waifu so you get something out of it for the 20 years she'll be stuck with you.


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"Hey Anon, wanna see how far I can fit this cucumber down my throat?"
>A few seconds ago you were enjoying your cucumber and cream cheese sandwich, but now you look down at it, your appetite lost.
"God League, why would you do such a thing?"
>True to her word, the suppression of her gag reflex is impressive.
>It's all the way down there all right, Jesus.
"Twilight, I need you to turn me into a little filly."
>"What? Why?"
"This filly keeps doing lewd things near me. I'm afraid I'll end up in jail if I don't neutralize her potential soon."
>"You know I won't be able to revert you to your human form, don't you?"
"Yeah yeah, don't care. Better than Tyrone's cock, hurry it up!"
>She rolls her eyes and zaps you with magic.
>You sniffle, that's about all you can do.
>You're not developed enough yet to walk, talk or really do anything.
>Twilight seems to be enjoying herself though, there's a bit of gloating in it all but you know she's always wanted a filly.
>Sucks to be you though.
>At least you got rid of that filly though.
>As you're about to fall asleep one night, you hear a window smashing.
>You try to cry, but your mouth is met with the soft frog of a hoof.
>"It might be a few years, but I swing both ways Anon!"
>She leaps out of the window, yelling out a mock expletive.
>In the morning, Twilight blames the window on the storm.
>You're fucked, literally.


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Oof, that is the power of not thinking through what you really really want. To obtain the monkey's paw wish. From a story perspective it's nice short green. >You're fucked, literally. Feels slightly off in this context.
Can confirm being human is pretty cool. Very nice drawing. edit "Well I could reach things on (the) top shelf. I didn't even notice that except when looking over it a few more times.


*back into Twilight


>*back into Twilight
That's the right thing to do.
Let's face it, Filly is an unruly loose cannon and vulnerable when not supervised by her momfu.


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I have drawn filly!


A hipster filly.


Good thing that filly doesn't need REAR GUARD anymore.


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Is that… beanie?


Hello! You're back.


Serious question fillies: What do abt KYS filly? The general feeling is that its low-effort, no content posting, but KYS filly is also part of filly culture so I could see just ignoring him. Thoughts?


Is he an anon, or just a bot?


Reasonably sure its an anon


>but KYS filly is also part of filly culture
Okay with that, but at some point it crosses the line to become obstructive and annoying.


Kill yourself pedophile.


Kill yourself pedophile.


Kill yourself pedophile.


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After killing KYS this thread will need some cleaning, I believe.


Yeah… at this point I say nuke the fucker. When he was just replying once of each post it was fine, but his is just annoying.


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Give tendies, fluttermom


Kill yourself pedophile.


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I will say I did post once for the memes to see how it felt…
I'm not sure if this fully describes the experience.


>I'm not sure if this fully describes the experience.
Very close.


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KYS filly is a cute! Though she can get too chatty sometimes.


Fuck off


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>she can get too chatty sometimes


Have you considered taking action against the pedophiles in your midst?


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A beauty. The eyes need a retouch.


I would love to see you validate that loaded question


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Wrong board faggot.
There are only ponies here.


Have you considered killing yourself?


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Some Barbie fillies from the League thread:


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>No hooves.


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>second pic
I found it troublesome, there are plenty of symbols used by satanists.
The all seeing eye, a black doll, a rat, a face decorating the chest and others are worrisome.


Looks fine.
Poor Killroy having to be so close to a electric dildo without actually being on the dildo.


>Redish grey foal around the streets of Ponyville.
>Not someone who lives here.
>"I'm looking for my ball. Anypony seen my pink bouncy ball?"
>Looking at my fellow Anons both human and pony our decision is set.
>Totally not creeping on a poor defenseless foal.
>Getting into the cardboard police car I head out.
"Weee-wooo! Weeee-wooo! Looks like someone is wearing a frowny face in my part of town."
>"Are you a guard?"

>Be Sizzle

>Some strange filly in a uniform is running towards me in a colored box.
>"Looks like someone is wearing a frowny face in my part of town."
"Are you a guard?"
>"Something like that. I'm Officer Filly, Anon Filly."
>Oh! That's why everypony moved out of her way.
"Please Officer I lost my ball you have to help me find it. I have to go back to Hoofington soon."
>"Calm down, calm down. I'm going to report it to my station."
>She takes two cans with a string and chucks one cup into the nearby allyway.
>"Bzzrt-bzzrt this is four niner niner on the pelican's beak over looking the sunrise over."
>"Copy that. You are cleared to go."
"But it's not a sunset yet."
>She looks over at me, and motions me to sit in her box.
>A whisper
>"it's super special code speak only police ponies know."
"What's it mean then?"
>"A foal lost an item, the other part says what kind of item."
"Now what?"
>"Coming in hot we've got super villians at the apple stand."
>"Oh no. Hey want to be a hero kid?"
"A hero?"
>"A hero. You make the police sound, and we'll both move to the apple stand."
>Was it what she was saying earlier?
"Uhhmm we? Woo?"
>"That's good, but we need it a bit louder if we want to make sure not to hit any pony."
"Weee? Wooo?"
>She tosses her side of the can to the allyway so both side can be together.
>And we start to move.
>It's tough, but after a half a dozen crashes, and twisting we are on our way.
>We made it to the apple stand.
>There is one creepy green minotaur thing, and a red filly.
>The pony behind the counter stops reading her magazine.
>"Aw shucks."
>She opens her magazine again.
>"Help. Er. Help, help, help. I've been ummm held hostage by erm.
>She looks like she's in trouble eyes looking eveeywhere.
>One of the bad ponies points to name tags that says 'Real Villain' they both wear.
>"Right, by Real Villians."
>The red filly with the cape covering her cutie mark speaks.
>"That's right you heroic heros! Applejack is held hostage by us Real Villains!"
>The tall thing just shakes weirdly.
>"Okay deputy I have a super important task for you. I want you to head over to Applejack with this police car box, and rescue her."
"But how?"
>"All you have to do is have Applejack join you in this cardboard vehicle, and head to the end of the street. I'll keep those villains occupied."
"Well… okay…"
>She jumps out.
>The box feels really empty without her…
>I don't know if the mare can even fit in here.
>Picking the box with my mouth I valiantly scootch over to her.
"I'm here to save you ma'am."
>"Thank yah sugarcube."
>Having the mare fit in this tiny car is a struggle of it's own.
"Oh umm… no problem, wee woo."
>We only crashed seve-
>eight times.
>The sun overhead moves to noon.
>Lunch with my father, and I haven't even found my ball.
>Looking at the uncomfortable mare.
>She beams at me.
>I'm a hero to somepony.
>Reaching the end of the street I hear Officer Filly.
>"You did an amazing job, the swerves were a bit excessive, but some of those avoided their evil blasts."
>Applejack opens her mouth and closes it.
>Probably not aware how close to danger we both were in.
>"Hey what's that in the car's cup holder?"
"Cup holder?"
>I don't remember there being a cup holder.
>So there is a cup holder in here…
"OH! It's my ball! Thank you!"
>"Not exactly sure how it got in there, but I'm glad you found it little hero."
"Oh I'm going yo have to go tell my dad everything that happened over lunch!"
>Hugging the Officer gruffles a little bit, and the mare because she looks uncomfortable.
>"Well sugarcube yall stay safe, and have fun."

>Be Applejack

"So where was it hun?"
>"In a bush by Twilight Sparkle."
>"Speaking of lunch…"
"Yall are invited to Sweet Apple Acres anytime."
>Ah little tease shouldn't hurt.
"My little heros."
>"I'll show you little."
"Yah show me that everynight Anonymous."
>"Noooo my poor innocent mind of my two caretakers… ruined forever!"


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>Be Anon, the filly.
>Much more different than Anon the human, your dad.
>You're currently watching a sweaty Applejack carry around a big heavy barrel.
>Dad said having thoughts about other ponies is totally normal and nothing to be ashamed of.
>But as you look at the large flank mare you can't help but feel wrong.
>"Oh, howdy Anon!" You nearly jump out of your coat hearing a voice talk to you. "Woah there, calm down sugarcube, didn't mean to scare ya'."
>Your ears flop back in shame.
"O-Oh, hey there Applejack, nice day today huh?"
>Her eyes narrow.
>Dad said mares can smell fear, and this one certainly can!
>"Ya' don't look like yer here to talk about the day Anon…" She says lowering her head to your level, you can feel the sweat on your head as she does. "Yer after something aren't ya'?"
>You cower back.
>"Ya' want some cider early!" She says with a happy smile.
"Y-Yeah! Can't hide nothing from you Applejack!"
>She chuckles.
>"That's right. I suppose I could give you a mug, so long as ya' help me with these barrels."
>Take the easy out.
"Alright, how should I?"
>"Just get your head under the barrel's rear and I'll get the front."
>You do as she says and soon you're in heaven.
>You're face with the finest flank in Ponyville.
>Your knees go weak as she flicks her tail giving you a flash of what's hiding behind.
>"Woah, there 'non, don't go weak on me early, still got five more barrels!"
>Five. More. Barrels."
>Five torturous barrels.
>You flop onto the ground as the fifth is put to the stack.
>A mug of cider is put infront of you.
>"There ya' go 'non, a reward for some hard work." She says with a happy smile. "Let me know if you want some more, could always use the help."
>You groan.
>She just chuckles and starts to trot away.
>"Oh, and 'non?"
>You say flopping your head towards her.
>"Mares like a honest pony, next time, just tell them what you think." She says giving you a wink.
>She wasn't looking at you…
>You think you're gonna die.


"Kilroy was here" is a classic meme
Same with the magic 8-ball, artist is probably a 30-year-old boomer
The doll is a golliwog and is an old-time "racist" doll
"Happiness is mandatory" because Anonfilly is an edgelord and believes that's how life is in Ponyville
Can't explain the rat or the face.


Have this (You) like father like daughter. The apple really didn't fall from the tree. (Various puns)
I really like it alot.


>Filly is a complete marelet
>She was already smaller than most as a filly
>But while growing up, that difference to the others grew along with the time
>Even Littlepip overtook her and put her to shame
>And as an adult she's barely got to 5 feet tall (or equivalent to that to horses), if even that


>…even Littlepip…
Meant to say "…even ""Pipsqueak…"""
Although Littlepip is also a marelet so i guess it still fits


The face looks like Mr. Yuk, an old sticker to mark poisonous stuff you keep under the sink so kids don't drink any. And the happiness is mandatory and eye is Friend Computer from Paranoia.
I don't kite about the rat.


Hey, sorry for not delivering sooner. I tried drawing tonight and nothing was turning out right. Hold me to these two, I hope to have them done by the end of the weekend. Look forward to more shitty fucking fillies…
>>256591 Gonna be a bit vanilla, sorry to disappoint.


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It's no problem m8, I'm sure we're all just glad that you're still around!


What happen to that poor filly?


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It has its downsides though…


>filly in the womb
Damn, that's filly golden dream.


Technically speaking, its only a golden dream if Twilight engages in poor hygiene and fluid leaks from one orifice onto/into another. I'm probably overthinking it


I think that's an unborn anon pony.


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That's not really how female anatomy works… Getting urine so far up your vagina that it passes through your cervix, gets into the uterus and then penetrates the placenta would be quite the undertaking.


I bet even Purple's womb has a fully stocked library with every book a developing fetus would need.


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>humans again


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Impressive work, Harvey!
I dunno, would you like it more if they weren't >ayyy's?


>that pic
Yeah nah. At least two of the are canonically gay.


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>Tfw twi shallows a cumshot


The most cute and tender baby.


a bit confusing but still cute


Please don't encourage him to draw humans too hard, faggot seems ready to jump at the opportunity to draw a bunch of barbies.



There is no such canon.


>t. has never had a best friend


Was rereading portions of the Anarchist's cookbook last night in preparation for a few projects. Came up with an idea I think is kind of neat if someone wants to take a crack at it, I probably won't myself as I'm busy with other things at the moment.
>40 or so year old man gets killed somehow
>Goes to Equestria, has no fucking idea where he ended up
>Also he's a little green filly
>Gets pissed, fucks with Twilight a bit maybe because he blames her for his predicament
>Figures out that Equestria has just entered the age of the telephone and personal computer, remembers the days he spent in his teens phreaking and hacking
>Decides to take up his old arts once more as a sort of petty revenge
>Very few ponies understand network security, filly is having fun
>Eventually bites off much more than she can chew (underground foal trafficking network, Equestrian government secrets, something big.)
Just spitballing, if you find it interesting feel free to try your hand at it.


So basically
>time traveling hackerman
I like this.


Basically that, yeah. Glad you like it frend. Any interest in writing it?


Did someone say…

Would this be about movie style hacking or real meatspace hacking?
Oh! What about a real hacker in the pony world suddenly finding out movie style hacking works there, but nobody knows about real world methods at all.



Trust Once Lost: Chapter 12

>Highly Illogical

“You remember your parents?”

“Well, they’re not my parents.” I explained, “They’re not ponies, and they’re not in Equestria.”

They were the human me’s parents, the pony me had no parents since I’d been brought into the world fully formed. Well, almost fully. The much taller fully-grown ponies gathered in the room looked at me expectantly, and I felt very small.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“That’s all right Green,” Dayglow noticed my discomfort and wrapped a wing around me, “You’re being very brave, you can tell us about that when you’re ready. You don’t have to talk about it in front of everypony.”


Having fur sucks. It turns out, not all of my vomit was on Applejack - I got some of it on myself, and it couldn’t just be wiped off. While I did have magic now, it still wasn’t up to the delicate task of cleaning myself. Soothing Melody - my trainee nurse minder - was tasked with giving me a shower.

I was worried that Melody would be cross with me for giving her more work, but she actually seemed to be enjoying herself. I got the sense that she was treating me like one of her dolls; she put so much care into style my mane and tail - all without standing me in front of the mirror or asking what I’d like. I can’t really blame her for treating me like a doll when that’s how I was acting.

Melody helping me in the bathroom was uncomfortable. She was a female, close enough to my age as a human, and she didn’t have the sense of professional detachment that Redheart displayed. I knew, intellectually, that the looks she was giving me were just because I was a cute little filly that she got to play with, but my human mind was interpreting them in a very different, very creepy way. That type of female attention had always been frightening to me.

I guess I should explain. In my life as a human, I had good people skills… professionally. Personal relationships, however, ranged from exhausting to terrifying. I like things to be predictable, I enjoyed the fact that shifts had routines and a procedure manual that I could study so I would know exactly what to do at all times. People are unpredictable, but at work, there were very clear boundaries and expectations and, most importantly, I didn’t have to trust them. I always had it in the back of my mind that they could suddenly snap, spit in my face and cuss me out, make false complaints about me, or try to stab me with a pen; So, when they did, I wasn’t angry with them. Their irrationality was just another symptom that had to be managed. Most often this type of behavior was the result of dementia or mental illness; For the rest, while being a complete dickhead isn’t technically a mental illness, it might as well be.

I can’t turn it off. I don’t have another way to interact with people. Some of my earliest memories are helping my mother with her mental illness, I couldn’t blame her for being irrational; and caring for my baby brother, who was as irrational and impulsive as you would expect from a six-year-old. My dad really tried, but he never managed to understand how to deal with anxiety and panic attacks. I didn’t blame him for trying to be assertive and snap Mum out of having a panic attack by telling her forcefully that she was being irrational and spouting nonsense. He honestly thought that would help.

If you know anything at all about anxiety, you can probably imagine how well that went. For anyone left wondering, not well. It’s possibly the most counter-productive thing you could do short of actual violence. I didn’t have the words to explain it to him at the time, and to this day he doesn’t really understand, though he has at least stopped attempting it.

I know my family better than I know anyone else in the world, I love them, I would do anything for them - but I don’t trust them. I’ve never really trusted anyone.

They’re not even my family though, are they? Am I a terrible person if that’s a relief to me? If it feels like a burden lifted? It’s not like I was abandoning them. The original was still there, and, by virtue of us being essentially the same person, he was actually, for the first time ever, someone I could trust to see things my way. Too bad we’d never meet.

Not trusting anyone, being afraid of new social situations, being afraid of people being irrational… can you see where this is going? I was terrified of having a girlfriend. That didn’t stop me from having one. A girl asked me out. I wanted to say no, but I was too afraid to turn her down in case she and her friends retaliated against me. So I said yes. We dated for three months and the furthest we went was a kiss on the lips, which only happened because my Dad told me I should do it because it was cruel to string her along.

I felt nothing but fear; she was ecstatic and literally skipped back to her father’s waiting car. She broke up with me a couple of weeks later, said she would hate me forever and threatened to have her dad beat me up.

It was cruel of me to lead her on, but being honest and telling her I never felt anything for her seemed even crueler, so instead I pretended to be sad about it.


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Since then I’ve made sure to be clear about rebuffing romantic or sexual advances towards me. Most of my colleagues have taken the hint and assume I’m gay. While this would be a handy excuse for why I’m terrified of female sexual interest, I don’t actually like men in that way either. It terrifies me because I have no idea how to respond. From my experience, rebuffing these types of advances is something that makes people completely irrational, and reciprocating is equally bad, if it’s not done correctly.

I knew, with reasonable certainty that Melody wasn’t going to try anything weird, so I just sucked it up and stood there with a blank expression, complying with her requests to raise each hoof, stand, or sit.

She was efficient with her work, and despite taking time to style my mane and tail we were finished up within ten minutes. Most of what she’d done for me had been accomplished with magic, so it was a shock when she touched my hind quarters with a hoof to direct me out of the bathroom. With the thoughts going through my head at the time, I about jumped out of my skin.

I squeaked and wrapped my tail around where she had touched. An involuntary shudder ran through my body, interrupting my breathing exercise. I took a new breath and controlled the exhalation over four seconds, waited another four seconds, then returned to breathing normally.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized, my face flushed red with embarrassment, “I wasn’t paying attention and you startled me.”

Melody didn’t answer immediately, and when I gained the courage to face her, I could see why. She had recoiled away from me, holding the hoof she had used to touch me tight against her chest. Her coat was somehow three shades lighter, her pupils were pinpricks, and I wasn’t entirely sure she was breathing.

“Are you okay?” I asked with concern.

“I-I’m going to get the nurse.” She mumbled before beating a hasty retreat out into the hallway.

Looking at the bed I noted that it was raised up too high for me to safely climb into it without help; I just lay on the floor and waited for my caretakers to return. My broken leg was throbbing again, but I couldn’t tell them about it; I needed a clear head to deal with whatever nonsense I was wrapped up in now.

Why does this keep happening to me?




Little League's mouth looks kinda strange.


>Be Anon
>Due to an accident minutes after arriving in Equestria, you are now a filly
>There were no witnesses to the accident, so no one really believed you were an alien in a horses body
>Despite that, you were enough of an oddity that the local Princess, Twilight Sparkle, took an interest in you, eventually acting as an adoptive mother
>You appear to be far too young to be out of school, so you're forced to go most days -- can't be setting a bad example
>Of course, you aren't paying any attention most of the time you're in the classroom, so you're setting a bad example anyway
>Back on Earth, you enjoyed spending time on public Capture the Flag games
>You download or remotely access an operating system specifically designed with certain vulnerabilities in mind, then work within the system to find the password (flag) to give you access to another part of the system where another flag is accessible
>Twilight recently installed some new hardware at home, powerful enough to run a somewhat familiar operating system to work with
>You're probably not going to see a personal computer in every home anytime soon, but it's a start
>So you've been occupying your classtime designing a CTF scenario to hopefully release to the public when PCs become ubiquitous
>Since ponies haven't really messed with computer security much yet, you didn't want to make anything too difficult to figure out at the beginning
>Poorly hidden password.txt files, programs with developer backdoors and accessible source code, encrypted passwords with the decryption program sitting in the open, a program requiring an easily brute-forcible password, hidden information visible when running the program in a debugger, leading to simple buffer overflow with an accompanying text file detailing the structure of the program's memory
>After a few weeks of designing and creating your game, you think it's finally finished
>Still, it's possible that you missed some odd quirks in the system, so getting somepony else to test it seems like a good idea
"Mom, can you come down here and test a game I made!?"
>Twilight arrives in the computer room pretty quickly. "Sure Anon, how does it work?"
"You start on a very limited user, with access to a few files and a program, then use the program and whatever information you can gather to get the password to the next user with more privileges and a different program. You win when you uncover the last password."
>You get up and gesture to the terminal
>"Ok, I think I can do that."
>Honestly, you're a little concerned about the first level
>The level starts you in a filesystem location containing the program file and a password.txt file, and nothing else
>You open the password.txt file, copy the gibberish contained in it, start the program, paste the gibberish, and the program spits out the password for the next user
>The entire game is meant to be simple, but the first level sets the tone for the rest of the game, so starting with something that easy might leave a bad impression
>Twilight sits down and opens the program
>The terminal reads "Enter password: "
>Twilight frowns at the screen, then begins typing furiously
"… What are you doing?"
>"Sh, I think I'm nearly past the firewall."
"What firewall!? We don't have a firewall! We aren't even connected to any external network! Our system is completely isolated! There is literally no point in having a firewall!"
>Twilight's scowl deepens appearing to concentrate very hard on the complete nonsense she is mashing into the computer
>"I think the computer's security system has caught me, need to work fast before I get kicked off!"
"What security system!?"
>The normally black background on the terminal turns red, and you don't recognize any of the text on the screen
"What did you do!?"
>"I think I've nearly got the antivirus disabled."
>The terminal background suddenly goes green, and the text is replaced by different nonsense
"What antivirus? I didn't even know that antiviruses had been developed yet!"
>Twilight continues concentrating on her keyboard mashing for a few more moments, then visibly relaxes
>"I got it."
>There, at the top of the screen, is the password to the second level
"That's not how this works! That's not how any of this is supposed to work!"
>"If that's not how it was supposed to be done, you may want to patch out that vulnerability."
>You don't think that you'll be using the computer for a while.


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Twilight has had training in the mirror world.


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Pfft amateurs


Kek, fucking wizard horses.
I still think a meatspace hacking scenario would be interesting, movie hacking is good for some fun gags but I think irl has more potential for a longer-form story.


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That's fucking perfect.
Yeah, it would the meme hacking can only go on for so long.
Then in an unexpected twist magic pony hacker Twilight, PurpleSmort, Sparkle completes the meme hack only to find out she failed. Having to do it the meatspace way.


>Babby is gay before even being born


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She's a decent filly.


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>smol filly and big babby are constantly getting into fights


>arguing fillies


"You wouldn't believe the trouble I've been through with Twilight-"
>"S-stop? Please?"
"see she's trying to zap me with the dick begone spell-"
>"Please, no…"
"it's so big and massive. Feel it."
>Tears roll down her face
"I'm sorry 'bout your dick 'n everything, but a friend of mine finished analyzing my mare cock!"
>"You… arn't going to rape me?"
"No rape, see once my friend finishes the spell she should be able to turn us back to being a human again or give you heavy equipment."
>"T-then why?"
"You feel really nice, and soft, and fertile."
>"Oh no, I- I-"
"You are soaked, well I better be on my way make trouble for Purple yeah? She'll waste alot of time looking you over."
>"Anon? Anonymous! Anon! Are you okay?"


Futa does not belong here you nigger. Go back to /d/.


It's just as I thought, they've reduced her to just another cute fucking oc. We should show them the kind of dark, twisted, fucked-up stories we're capable of constructing.


You mean the cute fucking mommy issues oc of today's shit or the old cute vulgar "give humanity and dick back" oc?


I'm saying that I miss when filly's main defining aspect wasn't just "cute." Of course she'll always be cute, yeah, but I've always found the dynamics that you get with an adult human mind in a foal's body to be the best part of any green or drawing. Knowledge that one isn't supposed to have, darkly malicious actions being easily disguisable as childish misunderstandings, that's the kind of shit I read and write filly green for; and I feel like all of the contest's advertising doesn't reflect that well, along with its restrictions to a teen rating. I'm not saying that you can't write a good story without sex and gore, but I do think that they're going about it in the wrong way, and that the kind of people they'll attract with the current model will fail to write stories that succeed beyond making you go 'daww, her snoot has been booped.'


Oh right, didn't really answer your question. Filly is far better when she's at least a little bit unwilling.


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That filly has a nice willy


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>Implying you're not a canon-wrecking coomer
Nice try derpinigger, go back to your shithole of a site.


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>implying implicative implications
I shiggy diggy


>the kind of people they'll attract with the current model
>Implying we didn't have those people way before the article on Seth's Site For Autistic Niggers
Filly has been hijacked by normies and there's little we can do about it, they outnumber us.




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Isn't the contest being run by PTFG?


Not the same guy, but I can fucking smell it whenever you open your mouth and half of the time you're recycling the exact same post. You should really stop embarassing yourself.


Oh yeah, tranny central. That would explain a few things…


I have a hunch about who you are, and if I'm right you should really stop being so obsessed.


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Smoll horn filly!


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I want to be the little filly


what the hell are you talking about? does somebody else also think you're a pretty big fag?


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I think all of you should shut the fuck up before you derail this thread




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B-but I was the filly first.


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Sure you were, qt.


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happy valentines day fillies


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d-delet this!


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>yet I feel more lonely than I've ever been
I don't think you'll understand now, filly, but some day you will.
Beware what you wish, because it will haunt you for ever. Many colts already found companion to discover is a trap and torture.
Believe it or not, your loneliness is your strength and safe state. Nobody understand you better than yourself.


Easy poner, that anon is filling sad but soon he will recover. His problem is that his hormones are raging, but it will pass.




Happy hearts and hooves anon


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>I am surrounded by more love than I ever wanted, yet I feel more lonely than I have ever been


I'm not going out. I'm beating off and returning to bed. Has nothing to do with Valentine's day.


Happy Hearts and Hooves Day everyponer! Happy Valentine's Day!
For those that have free time today,and need something to do how about a conntentfag challenge.
It's about (drum roll please)
Someone/Somepony you admire.
A day with you Waifu.
Someone/Somepony checking you out.
Peetzer horse Cant dance.
Disregard those options for something you want to do.

Remember to love yourself it's important.
For all couples that happen to see this you are invited too. Have a great time together whoever you are!
With love ~♡
, OccultFacade

Ughh too touchy feely, but seriously love yourself.


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>love yourself

Valenstein's Day is just a marketing ploy for jewish jewelers and Hallmark cards. Not that it matters. I'm fresh out of love this month.


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Yeah, but I'll pull at the dirtied bruised underlining truth the thing bastardized.
>Last sentence
Poners are good too, because sometimes you need a little help from your friens.
Very nice. Beautiful.
Wonder what Ponks perspective looks like I'm sure it's great.


Again, fresh out, dude. None to give.


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Then only one solution more poners!


You're free to try. I'm going to bed.


My Valentines Day gift to you, an attempt at the momentary transformation of sadness. God I'm so alone…
>When we were young the future was so bright. (Woah-oh)
>The old neighborhood was so alive. (Woah-oh)
>And every foal on the whole damn street. (Woah-oh)
>Was gonna make it big and not be beat.
>Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn. (Woah-oh)
>The fillies are grown up but their lives are worn. (Woah-oh)
>How can one little street.
>Swallow so many lives.
>Chances thrown.
>No more rees.
>Longing for what used to be.
>Still it's hard.
>Hard to see.
>Fragile lives, shattered dreams.
>Nonny had a chance, well she really did. (Woah-oh)
>Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids. (Woah-oh)
>Hornet still lives at home cause she's got no job. (Woah-oh)
>She just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot.
>Non committed suicide. (Woah-oh)
>Clover OD'd and died. (Woah-oh)
>What the hell is going on.
>The cruelest dream, reality.
>Chances thrown.
>No more rees.
>Longing for what used to be.
>Still it's hard.
>Hard to see.
>Fragile lives, shattered dreams.
>Chances thrown.
>No more rees.
>Longing for what used to be.
>Still it's hard.
>Hard to see.
>Fragile lives, shattered dreams.


Happy hearts n hooves day, faggot


I love it no homo.
You too poner.


I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing Pinkie Pie secretly lust for Anonfilly.
Do you think it'd be like that even after she gets married?
>Cheese Sandwich starts to wonder why Pinkie keeps caring so much about that one green filly


>implying Cheese wouldn't be giving that filly the same looks as pedoPonk
The two are basically the same pony after all


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>Checking you out


O-oh my… t-that's really well drawn it's great!


>Anonfilly, despite her young age, quickly advances through the ranks and becomes one of the best captains Equestria has ever seen
>This makes Shining Armour very jealous


>An empty bottle is almost thrown.
"I- everything I've worked for is just gone."
>Newspapers cover the royal couple's bedroom hooftacks and red string connecting some togther.
>Human saves Twilight
>Mysterious adoption processes by our newfound princess
>Youngest Royal Guard Recruit with perfect marks…
>Youngest PT officer on impossible mission, command is 'baffled' at her success
>Youngest to alcoholic stains the title making it illegible.
>"Honey come to bed I have something to tell you on Hearts and Hooves day".
>Shifting some of the news paper off the bed I ingeniously flop on the bed.
"Rghht mrrrw."

>Be 'Almost' Captain Anonfilly

>Apparently there is a ceremony for being a captain.
>Especially one that fulfills whatever those requirements are.
>Every cocksucker here won't say shit.
>Standing outside of the guest room for the Prince and Princess of the Crystal Empire.
>Ready as I'll ever be for this surprise test.
>Just remember don't squee.
>I'm better than that now.
>It's really Shining Armour!
"Can I-"
>He's frowning at me.
>Keep it together for best pone.
"Prince Shining Armour Sir! It's an honor to be here! Sir!"
>"Come in I will brief you on what this is about."
"Sir! My condolences for interrupting your time together!"
>The guards seem even more smug now.
>"It's part of the briefing."
>The room looks like a mess…
>What kind of animal can go toe to toe with the Princess of Love?
>"At ease. I've selected you out of all the captains for a verry~ special mission."
"Yes whatever it is ma'am."
>"It's one you can refuse if you don't want to go through it. It may be… distasteful in some circumstances, or you might salivate at the idea."
>What did I get myself into?
>He breathes calming down for what I think might be bad news.
>He softly smiles.
>"Call me Shining if you accept the mission well… other code names will be supplied. Oh! Don't forget you are supposed to be at ease."
"Ah- I alright."
>He slides a Manila folder across the glass cover table.
>That's a sick slide.
>It's pictures of me in the shower…
>In the bath…
>I meet his eyes.
>"Read the file."
>Lines devored, meanings uncovered.
"Holy fuck."
>"Only if you accept."
>With the best ponies…
"YES! Fuck my brains out already you faggets!"

>Be Princess Cadence[/c]
"How does she feel around you."
>"So tight! Like the record breaker she was, but I'll show her why I was the Captain of the Royal Guards."
>Miss Filly has a smile with her tongue sticking out.
>All as perfectly princessly planned.
"Isn't this so nice."
>"She's cumming again our little bed warmer."
>Captain Filly will fit in our lives so nicely.
>I'll pop the question after dinner.
"I'll suppose I'll join in now."
"Have a taste of this."

>Be Shining Armour

"Honey! This is the best idea you've had yet!"
"Yeah what I said."
>Alicorn, and Cutie Mark magic sure is something.
>"Keep rutting us harder!"
>Me, and myself feeling both of us wrapped by loving needy flesh.
>Mewling mares trying to hilt my sword.
>Protective spells vibrating and changing temperature, all the little tricks I've built up by being around wifey.
>To break the little pain in the flank.
>Now I'm the pain in her's.
>She's twitching her divine folds, and Green is doing her best to clamp tighter.
"Three thrusts!"
>Thrusting back to the forbidden entrance.
>Wife casts the spell on my cock sleeve.
>Completely pulling out, as a corkgun sounds are made.
>Plunging past the cervix hitting the wall.
>Pulling back out, reaiming for the lower holes.
"I'm cum-"
>We collapse exhausted as our whole day of intercourse closes.
>"So good."
>I've still got it.

>Be Anonfilly

"So you're saying I get to marry you both, and have mind blowing sex almost every day. All I have to do is…"
>"Service Caddy while I pound you using magic so nopony would be able to tell."
>"If you make me shudder during the speech I'll think of sone extra reward on the honeymoon."
"I have say yes, this is amazing!"
>"What's the magic words?"
"Yes daddy?"
>"Close enough."
>Already at full mast again.


>An empty bottle is almost thrown.
"I- everything I've worked for is just gone."
>Newspapers cover the royal couple's bedroom hooftacks and red string connecting some togther.
>Human saves Twilight
>Mysterious adoption processes by our newfound princess
>Youngest Royal Guard Recruit with perfect marks…
>Youngest PT officer on impossible mission, command is 'baffled' at her success
>Youngest to alcoholic stains the title making it illegible.
>"Honey come to bed I have something to tell you on Hearts and Hooves day".
>Shifting some of the news paper off the bed I ingeniously flop on the bed.
"Rghht mrrrw."

>Be 'Almost' Captain Anonfilly

>Apparently there is a ceremony for being a captain.
>Especially one that fulfills whatever those requirements are.
>Every cocksucker here won't say shit.
>Standing outside of the guest room for the Prince and Princess of the Crystal Empire.
>Ready as I'll ever be for this surprise test.
>Just remember don't squee.
>I'm better than that now.
>It's really Shining Armour!
"Can I-"
>He's frowning at me.
>Keep it together for best pone.
"Prince Shining Armour Sir! It's an honor to be here! Sir!"
>"Come in I will brief you on what this is about."
"Sir! My condolences for interrupting your time together!"
>The guards seem even more smug now.
>"It's part of the briefing."
>The room looks like a mess…
>What kind of animal can go toe to toe with the Princess of Love?
>"At ease. I've selected you out of all the captains for a verry~ special mission."
"Yes whatever it is ma'am."
>"It's one you can refuse if you don't want to go through it. It may be… distasteful in some circumstances, or you might salivate at the idea."
>What did I get myself into?
>He breathes calming down for what I think might be bad news.
>He softly smiles.
>"Call me Shining if you accept the mission well… other code names will be supplied. Oh! Don't forget you are supposed to be at ease."
"Ah- I alright."
>He slides a Manila folder across the glass cover table.
>That's a sick slide.
>It's pictures of me in the shower…
>In the bath…
>I meet his eyes.
>"Read the file."
>Lines devored, meanings uncovered.
"Holy fuck."
>"Only if you accept."
>With the best ponies…
"YES! Fuck my brains out already you faggets!"

>Be Princess Cadence
"How does she feel around you."
>"So tight! Like the record breaker she was, but I'll show her why I was the Captain of the Royal Guards."
>Miss Filly has a smile with her tongue sticking out.
>All as perfectly princessly planned.
"Isn't this so nice."
>"She's cumming again our little bed warmer."
>Captain Filly will fit in our lives so nicely.
>I'll pop the question after dinner.
"I'll suppose I'll join in now."
"Have a taste of this."

>Be Shining Armour

"Honey! This is the best idea you've had yet!"
"Yeah what I said."
>Alicorn, and Cutie Mark magic sure is something.
>"Keep rutting us harder!"
>Me, and myself feeling both of us wrapped by loving needy flesh.
>Mewling mares trying to hilt my sword.
>Protective spells vibrating and changing temperature, all the little tricks I've built up by being around wifey.
>To break the little pain in the flank.
>Now I'm the pain in her's.
>She's twitching her divine folds, and Green is doing her best to clamp tighter.
"Three thrusts!"
>Thrusting back to the forbidden entrance.
>Wife casts the spell on my cock sleeve.
>Completely pulling out, as a corkgun sounds are made.
>Plunging past the cervix hitting the wall.
>Pulling back out, reaiming for the lower holes.
"I'm cum-"
>We collapse exhausted as our whole day of intercourse closes.
>"So good."
>I've still got it.

>Be Anonfilly

"So you're saying I get to marry you both, and have mind blowing sex almost every day. All I have to do is…"
>"Service Caddy while I pound you using magic so nopony would be able to tell."
>"If you make me shudder during the speech I'll think of sone extra reward on the honeymoon."
"I have say yes, this is amazing!"
>"What's the magic words?"
"Yes daddy?"
>"Close enough."
>Already at full mast again.


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Well that was certainly… an experience.
Pic related.


>Be Twilight.
>See the hooman named Anon is alone on Hearts and Hooves Day.
>Nopony should be alone on Hearts and Hooves Day!
>Decide to give him a present – "hearts" (butt so thicc that each flank looks like a heart from the side) and hooves – (taking the name hearts and hooves literally, of course!).
>The spell will transform him into a Filly, temporarily, then transform him back the next day.
>Nothing will stop the transformation back.
>…Well, almost nothing.
>As long as he doesn't take a dick up his ass, he should be fine.
>Anon wouldn't take a dick up his ass, right…??


Goddammit purple


>Be Twilight
>tfw your human friend was raped.
>tfw you didn't let him know at all so he screamed for help.
>tfw he was rectally ruffled.
>Mistakes have happened, but really who could have known a filly alone in a house far from town would be a problem?


I'll respond to this prompt, particularly the second one, and I'll do it for two different scenarios on this day!

>Me in Equestria

>Wake up next to her, stay in bed for another while and snuggle
>Eventually get up to start the day for real
>All the standard getting ready stuff, she can join me in it if she wants or do it at a different time if she wants
>Not sure what there is to do for fun in Equestria, but maybe see a show or something?
>Maybe take a walk around a park or the castle courtyard or something, appreciate the world around us
>Nothing else particularly special needed, she's enough
>At the end of the day, watch her raise the moon before returning to bed with a good book, both of us snuggled together until we both crash out
>Shenanigans included, of course

>Her in IRL land

>Beginning is more or less the same
>Once ready though, maybe grab some food somewhere before just playing vidya into the wee hours of the morning
>Smash, Halo, whatever has some form of local multiplayer
>Maybe even set up some conditions for PVP that naturally lead into lewd, if she's into it
>Still end up crashing out eventually

Sorry it's not too detailed, I only just saw this and it's already getting a bit late.
Thanks friendo, I think a lot of people needed that today.


Who the fuck actually browses this site with anyone else? I don't have a costanza strong enough for that statement. If you actually exist though, be proud; you're quite the anomaly in a site full of societal anomalies.


Anyone know where I can find my own filly plush design? I would like to try my hand at a filly plush.


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That's a beautiful green, and thank you for your kind words.
>A helping hand in every bite.
>A filly for every pallet.
The most ecofriendly of all mobile devices. Comes in several styles.


Not enough fillies


Alright, time to take you all off that cliff! Where we last left Anonymous and company:
>Anon got that letter to Chrysalis out
>Spike was left with more questions than answers again
>He then took the pieces he was given and put them together into something that might present an answer, but he needs to confirm it with Anon
Time to see how that goes!



>Be Anonymous

>Ah, to be free of responsibilities, even if only for an afternoon!
>Too bad you still don't have a computer or even an internet connection
>Otherwise, you'd be tearing it up in CSGay or something
>Why'd you even think of Counterstrike?
>You don't even play it, the most interaction you've had with it is meme videos!
>Eh, there's a first for everything
>Point is, you'd like something to be here to keep you more entertained, but it's still nice to let your brain shut down for a hot minute
>Well, it would be shut down if not for a sudden disturbance at your door
"Come in."
>"Hey, uh… I have a question."
>Wait, why's Spike here?
>You sit up off your bed and turn towards the dragon standing in the doorway before replying
"I have an answer."
>Spike turns around and closes the door behind him before moving over to your side, you positioning yourself to better face him
>You look at him expectantly when he remains silent, but he just beckons for you to lean in closer
>You're already this far up, let's just oblige him
>"Okay, before you answer it, I just want to say that this stays between us. You don't tell Twilight, I don't tell Twilight, neither of us tells her and everything's fine. Got it?"
>Huh, it feels kind of weird being on the receiving end of a condition like this
"Sure, ask away."
>"Say it. I cannot stress this enough."
>Wow, it must be serious
>What, did he somehow put together what you really are?
>Heh, nah!
"I promise not to tell Twilight, okay?"
>The dragon nods to himself before taking a deep breath and steeling himself
>What, does he want to ask you out or something?
>Nah fam, you ain't gay
>Or are you?
>Well, gay in body, straight in mind
>Whatever that means for you is still up in the air, but oh well
>"Are you a human?"
>oh shit lmao
>We might need to take a few steps back and recheck that question
"Come again?"
>"Are you a human? And not one of those humans that's on the other side of the magic mirror, I mean a human like from the comics."
>Oh fuck
>Defcon 1, it's happening
>Well, do you tell the truth?
>Do you brush it all off?
>Let's see what brought him to this conclusion and try to debunk it, maybe?
"What makes you think that?"
>"Well, it all started with how suddenly you showed up here without any forewarning, even though Twilight's really good at that. Then you went with her on that short-notice trip to Canterlot, and I guess got the attention of the changelings in the process. From there, you came back and got involved with them somehow, got foalnapped, and somehow managed to turn that from a hostage situation into a peace treaty. That's not even considering your socks, pants, and your working phone, either."
>Fuck, he's got a solid case against you
>Can you even poke any holes in it?
>Not to mention you kinda shot yourself in the hoof by telling him those vague details about the times you were off doing things with Twi and Chrissy, dang
>… Fuck, it may just be time to bite the bullet
"You know, for being able to put those pieces together despite Twilight's best efforts to stop you, I think you deserve the truth. I was going to try to prove you wrong, but that's some solid detective work you've done, and I won't lie in saying that I accidentally helped with it, too. I am, in fact, a human deep down. GG!"
>Spike immediately loses all focus for a moment as his mind puts it all together
>"So… I'm not crazy? You aren't just messing with me?"
"Nope, I'm not. I'm actually a 22-year-old human male underneath this pony disguise; the royal sisters, Twilight, and Chrysalis can attest to that."
>Spike spends another few dumbfounded moments staring at you before organizing another coherent statement
>"Dude, what's it like there?!"
"Remarkably similar to that comic series of yours, but I've been stuck here for the past month-ish and thus can't check for inconsistencies."
>"That's weird, next you're going to say that there's a comic where you come from that we're all part of!"
"Do you want me to actually say that?"
>Just as Spike was recovering from his stupor, he's put right back in it
>"You don't mean…"
"I do mean. A full TV show, a few movies, and a comic series all focused around Twilight and her friends solving everyday problems and saving the world."
>Spike goes silent again for a while before finally coming to a more reasonable state
>"I'm gonna need to go sit down. Is it okay if I can ask more questions later, or would you rather it ended here?"
"It depends, do you want to risk more chances at getting mindwiped?"
>The dragon puts a claw to his chin as he thinks for a moment
>"If I do get mindwiped again, will you fill me back in?"
"Nah, I'm not sure how happy Twilight would be about this to begin with let alone if it kept happening."
>"That's fair, I'll just be careful about when and where I ask you things. Sound good?"
"It's your choice, m8."
>"Alright. Then… I'll see you later?"
"See ya."
>With that, Spike returns to his basement and you return to your position on the bed



>Twilight's gonna fucking end you if-

>-WHEN she finds out
>Odds are she will, and it's only a matter of time
>Well, you'd better stick with Spike just in case she gets to him first and decides to blank him again
>You grab your phone and head out, your path clear and your goal in mind
>And soon enough, you make it down to the basement and find him there
>"What's up?"
"Nothing yet, I'm just here to shield you from Twilight when she finds out about what happened."
>Spike bolts upright and somehow goes pale through his scales
>"She knows?"
"Not yet, but I guarantee it won't be long before she figures out something's up and I'll at least try to help you keep your memories when that happens."
>"So she really did mind-wipe me that one time?"
"Unfortunately, yes. I was of the mindset that there were better ways of going about fixing that problem, but the damage had already been done by the time I found out."
>"Well, it's nice to know that you're on my side here."
"Yeah, I'm a big fan of letting people keep their memories."
>Taking the opportunity presented by this lull in the conversation, you sit over in one of the empty chairs nearby and start to mess around on your phone again
>"You know, I just remembered something."
>You glance over somewhat expectantly at the dragon, waiting for him to continue
>"The night after you first showed up here, Twilight had me help her look at that phone of yours so that we could get it working again. I'm not sure why she didn't feel the need to wipe that from my memories, but I'm not questioning it."
"That is a bit odd, huh."
>"So, what are you up to on there?"
"Scrolling through saved memes, nothing too interesting."
>"What's a meme?"
>What is a meme?
"Well, a meme is technically defined as any sort of thought or idea that transfers through the minds of individuals and evolves over time. Where I come from though, a meme is more often thought of as an idea that is transferred and changed as such with some form of comedic value behind it."
>"That… doesn't explain much."
"Think of it as an inside joke between you and literally everyone else on the planet. I know that metaphor sucks, but it's at least a bit right."
>"I think it might be better to show me an example over trying to explain it."
"Okay, let me just find a few that you might get."
>Hm, what should Babby's First Meme be?
>Well, he knows a decent bit about the geopolitical climate of Earth, maybe a few memeballs to get him going?
>Yeah, that seems like a decent idea
>You grab a few of the ones he's most likely to get and slap them into a separate image folder before handing the phone over to him
"Here, this should start you out."
>He grabs the phone and begins to read the first meme
>After a moment of reading though, he asks you a question
>"How do I go to the next one?"
"Swipe left."
>"Ah, okay."
>Spike then spends another minute scrolling through the memes you picked before handing the phone back to you
>"Not bad. Not my taste, but not bad. Got any more?"
"Yeah, but I'm not sure you'd enjoy them as much given how they extend more into human culture and get more into that 'inside joke' territory."
>"Oh. Never mind, then."
"Really? You don't even want to see them?"
>"Nah, I probably wouldn't get them and it would just come off as weird to me."
>You shrug in response and take your phone back, going back to where you left off in your memes

>Be Twilight

>It seems one of your psychic alerts has just gone off for something, and you've been spending the last few minutes trying to figure out what
>So far, you've narrowed down the possibilities of what it could be from the apparent amount of time it's been active
>It's been up for certainly a while, around a week or so
>Maybe if you narrowed it down to a certain day, that would help?
>You really wish you could implement more detail into these things other than 'something happened,' but that would require completely reworking the spell
>Oh well, that's an idea for later
>For now, however, figure out when the alert was set!
>Let's see, it was…
>Now let's see, what happened on Tuesday that you would've set an alert for?
>You look back to that day, but find that you can't remember much due to your sleep-deprived state that day
>Your sleep-deprived state may have just keyed you in
>It's an alarm set to notify you of a spell wearing off, that you set to alert you later if it does wear off
>And you just happen to remember a certain spell that you casted that day that works worse the less mental stability you have
>Spike just got some memories back, and it's something you tried to cover up
>He can either take it one of two ways, though
>Either treat it like an intrusive thought, or treat it like a forgotten memory
>Knowing him, he'd probably go with the latter
>And judging as how he'd probably also remember that you were the one who did it to him, he wouldn't go to you about it
>Looks like you'll have to go to him instead!



>Be Anonymous again

>Your meme browsing is interrupted by a violet flashbang going off in the room, with a purple pony appearing out of the middle of it
>Spike is also shaken out of his comic, turning to face the newcomer to the room with a fair amount of surprise
>"Hey Spike, do you mind if we talk for a minute?"
>"… About what?"
>"Just something that I'd like to check in with you about, it'll be over quickly. Now, just-"
"Twilight, no. You're not doing this again."
>The mare turns to face you, now seeing that you're in the room too
>"What would I be doing? I just want to talk to him, that's it."
"I don't know how you figured it out this quickly, but you're not mind-wiping him again."
>Twilight goes silent for a few seconds as she stares at you, eventually coming up with a reply
>"You wouldn't be saying that if he didn't know something to warrant it. What's going on?"
>You turn to Spike and cast him a glance as he returns one to you
"Well, she clearly knows already, so should we just tell her anyway?"
>"Now she does…"
>The dragon sighs before continuing
>"I guess there's no harm in it now, go ahead."
>You turn back to Twilight and raise yourself up as much as you can while putting on a stern expression before going into your statement
"Spike already knows that I'm a human. He put the pieces together himself from the events that have happened since I got here, all I did was answer his question when he finally brought it to me. If you're going to wipe his memory to make sure he doesn't figure it out again, you're going to have to wipe the events of the last month from his mind if you want it to stick and I know for a fact that you wouldn't go that far."
>"Anon, do you know how much of a matter of your security this is? If Spike could figure it out, that means that anything could if they had the time to figure it out! ANYTHING, including any of the evil entities that exist within this world!"
"And? That doesn't justify wiping Spike's mind, and one of those 'evil' entities already found out and things are still completely fine."
>"I'm not worried about wiping Spike's mind anymore, I'm concerned about the potential paper trail! Imagine how the Court of Nobility would handle it if they knew that an alien was living right under their noses, they'd probably have you taken to some cold laboratory in the middle of nowhere and experiment on you or something!"
"Twilight, that's not going to happen. Want to know how I know?"
"Because I've got three of the four princesses on my side, with the fourth likely to take it should she be informed on the situation. The same goes for any evil entities left, you've already given me the connections I need to get out of everything that could happen alright!"
>Twilight's shoulders slump and she sighs as she drops to the floor
>"I know, but what if something happens where even all that doesn't work? Where not even the combined might of all four princesses and the elements of harmony aren't enough to save you from that something?"
"Then you'll probably have bigger things to worry about. I know you made that promise to get me home, but your duties as a princess should come first. If you have to choose between me or the country or, God forbid, me or the entire world, you'd better choose the option that isn't me!"
>Twilight stands back up and nods before continuing
>"You're right, I shouldn't worry so much. You'd be surprised how easy it is to forget that you're not a foal while you're in this body, but that shouldn't be an excuse. Just promise me that you'll still keep it all on the down-low, though?"
"I will, don't worry. Just as long as nobody else puts the dots together, at least, and even then I'll make them promise to not tell anyone else."
>"I guess I can't stop you from doing that much; just try to stay out of trouble if you really have to tell them."
"I will. So, you alright now?"
>Twilight takes a deep breath and nods before turning to Spike
>"The same goes for you too, don't expose anything unless you have to. Got it?"
>"So you're not going to wipe my mind again?"
>"No, I realize now that that would only lead to more problems. And besides, you're not going to get any better at holding secrets if you don't have any to hold, are you?"
>"Good point."
>"Then I'm going to leave now, unless either of you has anything else you'd like to say."
>"Does this mean Anon can tell me about what's going on with he- him and the changelings?"
>Twilight looks expectantly towards you, prompting you to answer
"I don't see why he shouldn't know at this point, sure."
>"Alright, anything else?"
>You and Spike exchange another glance before giving a negative, so Twilight takes her leave
>"So, what is happening with you and the changelings?"
>You take another pretty long while to fill him in on everything that's happened since you were first taken to the hive all the way up to now, and you even include the fact that Emerald's a changeling
>When he hears that, you see him rapidly shift from surprise to a wince, likely from him remembering his performance around her while Chrysalis came to stay
>"Dang, remind me to apologize for that when we see her again."
"Sure, no problem. Anyway, that's about it. Anything else you want to know?"
>"Yeah, what's that 'Plan B' you mentioned for helping Chrysalis repopulate her hive?"
"I'd rather keep that to myself, given the sensitive nature of that plan."
>"Ok, I won't press it."
"Anything else besides that?"
>Spike thinks to himself for a few more moments, before finally shaking his head
"Cool, you mind if I head back to my room now that everything's been defused?"
>"Not at all."
"Okay then, I'll see you at dinner."
>Spike waves to you as you exit the basement, heading back up to your room to kill time again
>However, after an uneventful dinner and a few more hours of wasted time, you run out of time to waste
>Sleeping time!
>. . .


And that's it for now! Do all the usual stuff, and I hope you all enjoyed this block of text as always! In other news, I have a fever and my chest hurts a little bit, so if you stop hearing from me fairly soon, assume I died or something. Realistically, I'm fine and just have a cold, but there's always that small chance that I caught the Kung Flu and am mere days from death. I hope it isn't that, but just in case I'm telling you all now.


Guessing I'm not the only faggot who didn't leave his bed yesterday. Headcount of lonely fags?


>Another Hearts and Hooves, another long, long day of silent thought
>It all passed very quietly, you're thankful for that
>You didn't leave your bed
>You didn't get breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a midnight snack
>It couldn't hurt you that much if you don't feel any hunger pangs, right?
>You have no intention of going out until the red devorations have been torn from every building in town
>It's sunrise the morning after when purple opens your door
>"Anon? Uhm, Applejack says she's heading to Apploosa for the night for a rodeo and auction. She says it's a cancer benefit and it would mean a lot if-"
>You curl up tighter in your covers, face covered and eyes shut
"I'm fine. You have fun."
>It came out more wounded than you wanted it to
>"I…alright Anon. Don't forget to eat."
>Your silence gets the point across succinctly enough
>The room goes dark
>Back to thinking about getting that knot tying badge…


The power of reason defeats hysteria once more. Excellent work.
Hope you feel better. Try not to die, or I'll have to meme you back to life or something.


That hits me right in the feels. I really really want a version where Anon actually heads out anyway.
Just me and my friends and waifus in my head. Otherwise spent it with family as that's where I live on a dat to day basis by staying in bed, eating leftovers, played a vidya game, ect.

It's just another day. Oh! Except sacrifices of virginity can get a boost in power. The difference between body, and the mind of if your virgin means pulling the sacrifice off multiple times. It's broken, but mostly only works efficiently if another of the participants is also a virgin, and takes theirs as well. I could just be using a shitty ritual to get the things I need done with it…


In a parallel universe where I said yes to grandpa maybe I would write that version. I don't plan on leaving this spot till my little whiskey bottle is empty.


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Have this (You). Thank you for sharing frien. U R a cute.


Still don't know what you people like about my writes.


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>Several hours pass before you finally get out of bed
>The taste of dehydrated saliva on your lips compels you to wash something down
>You notice a mug of tea on your nightstand, a dark ring formed at the top of the inside from days without a sip
>You have to maintain a very slow gait to keep from hurting your atrophied muscles as you navigate the crystal castle
>No Twilight, no Spike, nobody to stop you from cleaning the pantry out
>But you just want a bite of something sweet, not to truly sate your budding hunger
>You settle for a nearly empty carton of ice cream, sitting beside the counter with a spoon and gradually picking at it
>After what couldn't be more than 400 calories, you reach the bottom and toss the carton away
>You see a package on the counter with a set of pastel balloons emblazoned on its shipping tag
>Ponk's a kinky bitch, and you can guess what's in the box
>But instead you leave it there - the last thing you need is a rutting today
>You feel as though you're ready for another week of hibernation, so you head back to the bedroom
>Pulling out your last bottle of Apple family whiskey, you give a wordless cheers to an audience of none, and return to nursing the flask sized container
>If purple comes back today, you're not accepting visitors


>Be me
>Fillyfag friend has a birthday on Valentines day
>Draw something for him and post it here because it's somewhat appropriate
>Nobody fucking cares, not even the fag I drew it for
Time for a run


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Don't fool yourself into thinking like that, Lone


If I followed along with every ten page green update and spoilered image maybe I would notice your draw Lone. Truth is I don't read almost any episodic greens or look at any spoilered images anymore.

If I even knew what that comic was supposed to be or mean, maybe I would comment on it. All I see is a mushroom covered in dicks, a watermelon, and a secret agent filly.


I mean, it's cute but I really have no idea what is it about


See, for once I'm not the one retard who doesn't get it


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I swear I keep thinking I post something about then don't.
Post the whole comic please.
Once is me being forgetful.
Twice is me being a fag.
Thrice is me being an ultra faggit.
Four times is me being constantly interrupted.
Five times in a row thinking about posting something, but don't is enemy action.


Occult, the day I can understand you for more than one consecutive post, I'm admitting myself to a ward.


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>In heat so, wet
>Snails has been stalking you for a while
>Decide its time to end this and scare him away
>Pick a knife from the kitchen for deamatic effect
>Kick the door open
>Want to scream something badass like 'Wanna die?' or 'fuck off'
>Stage 5 terminal autism kicks in


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Post your inspiration, you coward.


I dont have it
plus that pic gives the same vibe


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Fair enough.
It looks like I do have a problem communicating…


Fuck off


thanks fren


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They feel very genuine, you write from a place of vulnerability and you do it well.
Now that I've had some time to think it over I realize I really shouldn't have said anything, but thanks
It's kind of a shitpost, and my handwriting is god-awful so you'd be forgiven for not understanding it. It started out as some filly shooting another filly with a baret from the sky, and then the other filly yelling at her that angels of love are supposed to use bows instead of high-caliber rifles, but then I realized that I couldn't draw a baret that well and gave up.
>Truth is I don't read almost any episodic greens
Dear lord I just realized that I'm one of the last people on here doing one of those… it hurts that it's fallen to the wayside, but I see your point. Some of them can get a bit lengthy.
Don't worry about it man, and that is the whole comic.
Part of the charm of your work is the mystery that's inherent to it, but I do sometimes struggle to tell what's going on. Just remember that not everyone is a fifth-dimensional shadow wizard like you are, some of us mortals need a bit more explanation.


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"I am the captain of the tard guard."


a bit.
Shit used to literally take up 90% of the vertical length of any given thread.


Don't worry too much, fever's cleared up a bit today and I'm not planning on dying for at least another few years. Hopefully I didn't just jinx myself, but you never know. Next update coming whenever I get another burst of creativity!


>once there was an ugly filly
>everyponi hated her
>then she died
>the end


>Anon looks up from her seated position at Pinkie, her eyes watering and lip quivering
"T-that didn't help at all!"


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>I'm not planning on dying for at least another few years
>he doesn't want to kill himself


>He doesn't want to work on improving himself until he's happy and has learned a nice trade to dab on the political science major liberals working at starbucks
delet this


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So, how do you guys punish your fillies? Last week she broke half of my plates, did this for a couple of days and she's been really snuggley ever since.


>Level 50 tard wrangler
Just imagine this tiny shit trying to stop waves of tards trying to get into equestria once they die.

>The sun is at its highest

>The smell of tears, sweat and vomit fills the air
>Another one showed up
>Shoving pony plushies and chocolate milk into the tards distracts them
>At least long enough for the T.A.P.E. commandos to restrain them
>The screams of tard rage could be muted by cookies, but not every new recruit has the fortitude to endure them
>We've lost a bunch of good ponies to Post Tard Stress Disorder
>The sound of hooves rumbles through the horizon
>Soon enough the royal tard army stands at the horizon, their glistering golden armor illuminated by the morning sun
>Just in time, some tards were already trying to brush private schnuf's mane
>Seems like you will live to see another day

And then all the tards got turned into breezies and lived happy(? ever after (till someone ate them)


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>So, how do you guys punish your fillies?
Try it. I dare you.


>breaks plates
I'd get her a plastic dog bowl to eat out of.


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>how do you guys punish your fillies?
Severely, but only if she's a bad filly.


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RPC 1337
Anonymous Filly
Object Class: Beta-Yellow (Utility)
Hazard Types: Sapient Hazard, Organic Hazard

Containment Protocols: Instances of RPC 1337, hereafter to be referred to as "fillies," are to be contained in a 5 meter by 4 meter space resembling a child's bedroom and containing four twin-sized beds, configured as two pairs of bunk beds with each top bed being accessible by a small staircase. Each bed may be shared by two fillies, so that each containment space may hold up to eight fillies. Containment of instances of RPC 1337 is authorized at Sites 002, 007, 008, and 031, to be distributed according to the operational needs of each site. Instances of RPC 1337 are no longer authorized for designation as CSD personnel. However, fillies are to be employed at their respective sites in whatever tasks they are capable of performing.

Instances of RPC-1337 may appear anywhere at any time, though usually they're discovered in English-speaking countries between the hours of 2300 and 0400. RPC 1337 is to be monitored for by the same routine protocol as other anomalies. When discovered, instances of RPC-1337 should be recovered by the nearest MST unit at its soonest convenience and delivered to the appropriate site via standard Authority transport personnel. Persons who have encountered instances of RPC-1337 prior to containment should be administered basic class A-1 amnestics.

Under no circumstances are instances of RPC 1337 permitted outside of Authority property or to be viewed by non-Authority personnel.

Description: Instances of RPC 1337 appear to be juvenile female horses, often known as fillies, with black manes and black question marks branded on their flanks. All instances possess the ability to speak in fluent English, the memories of an adult human male, and anomalously dextrous hooves. Instances of RPC 1337 claim to have formerly been adult human males with no knowledge of how they became fillies. Each filly is capable of describing her previous life as a human being in great detail. However, when questioned on their names, instances of RPC 1337 invariably reply with "Anonymous," or variations thereof such as "Anon" or "Nonny." Thus, identification of the fillies with actual missing persons has so far proved impossible, and it is unknown if they genuinely were formerly human, or if the memories they appear to have are themselves anomalous.

Researchers have thus far identified four different variations of RPC 1337.

RPC 1337-1: Green Filly: Of the Authority's present filly population of four hundred twenty-one, two hundred ninety-eight of them possess bright green coats of fur. Instances of RPC 1337-1, hereafter to be referred to as "green fillies," display varying levels of aggression, crudeness, and profanity. Authority personnel working with instances of RPC 1337-1 are authorized to carry spray bottles filled with water for the purpose of discouraging the fillies' tendency to inappropriate language.

RPC 1337-2: Orange Filly: The Authority currently contains one hundred three instances of RPC 1337-2, hereafter to be referred to as "orange fillies," easily distinguishable from green fillies by their orange coats. Instances of RPC 1337-2 possess the similar tendencies toward aggression and profanity displayed by instances of RPC 1337-1, though mostly directed against Authority personnel of Jewish or non-Caucasian heritage. All orange fillies so far contained have appeared to believe in various ideologies which may roughly be classified as White nationalism, and should, with the exception of during testing, be assigned to the supervision of Caucasian Authority personnel only.

RPC 1337-3: Red Filly: The Authority currently contains nineteen instances of RPC 1337-3, hereafter to be referred to as "red fillies" and identifiable by their bright red coats. Red fillies possess the same personalty traits as green and orange fillies, however, their aggression is greatly tempered by what can only be described as a crippling depression. All red fillies are to be kept on suicide watch, and should be made to see Authority psychiatric personnel on a regular basis, though it is important that the psychiatrists assigned to red fillies should not be of Jewish heritage. No more than two red fillies are to be contained in a single room together. Furthermore, it should be noted that red fillies are extremely hostile toward green fillies, and that their bunkmates should therefore be orange.

RPC 1337-4: Blue Filly: The Authority presently contains, and has only ever encountered, one instance of RPC 1337-4, hereafter to be referred to as a "blue filly." RPC 1337-4 is distinguishable from other fillies by her bright blue coat, and possesses similar personality traits to instances of RPC 1337-1. RPC 1337-4 reacts with extreme aggression to being called "blue," and Authority personnel should not refer to her as a blue filly in her presence. RPC 1337-4 insists that she is teal. This is not true, and RPC 1337-4's belief to the contrary should be regarded as an anomalous property. Authority personnel are reminded that teal is a shade of green, and that if RPC 1337-4 was truly teal, she would be regarded as an instance of RPC 1337-1.



>Interview Log 1337-001:

<Interviewer: Dr. Andrew O'Nimitz, chief researcher for RPC 1337
>Interviewed: RPC 1337-1-024
<Dr. O'Nimitz: Good morning, Nonny. Are you ready to talk?
>RPC 1337-1-024: Don't call me Nonny, faggot, I'm not fucking cute.
<Dr: Why, I didn't say you were.
>RPC: Yeah, well, I'm not. Just call me Anon.
<Dr: My apologies, Anon. 23 asked me to call her Nonny.
>RPC: That's because 23 is a fucking faggot.
<Dr: Yes, well. How about we start the interview by asking you how old you are?
>RPC: I'm a grown-ass man, damnit! I won't be talked you like-
<Dr: I know, I know, I know. Don't worry, Anon, I believe you. I just want your age for my records.
>RPC: I guess I became a wizard last week.
<Dr: What?
>RPC: Thirty. I'm thirty years old.
<Dr: I see. And where were you born?
>RPC: Middle of nowhere, Illinois.
<Dr: Ah, our first Illinois filly. I'm from the prairie state myself. I'm from Stockton, do you know it?
>RPC: Never heard of it. I'm from Galena.
<Dr: Oh, Galena's a good ways south, isn't it? You probably wouldn't know Stockton.
>RPC: Right.
<Dr: So, do you remember anything about your childhood?
>RPC: Alkie father, whore mother, raised by the internet, don't wanna talk about it.
Dr: Okay, that's fine. We won't. Just one more question, Anon, and we'll let you get back to settling in. Do you happen to remember ever having any name other than Anonymous?
>RPC: No. Why would I?
<Dr: Well, Anonymous isn't a very common name, you know.
>RPC: Isn't it? All my roommates are named Anonymous.
<Dr: True, but we suspect that whatever turned you into fillies may also have tampered with your memory to make you forget your name. If you happen to remember anything, it could help us identify who you were, and maybe even help us change you back.
>RPC: Well, I don't remember anything else.
<Dr: Not even a last name? Everyone's got a last name, Anon.
>RPC: Last name? Uh, maybe it was, uh, Shitposter?
<Dr: Shitposter? Your name is Anonymous Shitposter?
>RPC: I dunno, maybe it's German or something. Look, I gotta take a shit. You mind if I duck out of here?
End of interview.

>Interview Log 1337-036:

<Interviewer: Dr. Andrew O'Nimitz, chief researcher for RPC 1337
>Interviewed: RPC 1337-2-001
<Dr. O'Nimitz: Good evening, Anonymous. May I call you Anon?
>RPC 1337-2-001: You may, Doctor. And good evening to you, too.
<Dr: I must confess, Anon, you're somewhat more polite than I expected.
>RPC: Why shouldn't I be polite?
Dr: Well, most of the fillies we've found haven't been. Also, I heard you were somewhat rude to the MST personnel who brought you in.
>RPC: Who?
<Dr: You know. The soldiers who brought you here.
>RPC: Oh, those guys. No, I wouldn't say I was rude to them.
<Dr: Really?
>RPC: I mean, I guess you could say I was kind of rude to the nigger, but let's face it: you can't really be rude to niggers.
<Dr: Whoah. You just dropped the N-word on him?
>RPC: It's "nigger," Doctor. It's just a word; you shouldn't be afraid of it.
<Dr: Ah. Right.
>RPC: You seem uncomfortable, Doctor.
<Dr: I suppose I'm just surprised to see something so small be so full of hate.
>RPC: Oh, who said anything about hate? Think about it from my point of view. One night you wake up to find that, not only are your thumbs and dick gone, but you're also being whisked away with no explanation by some big buck nigger. You'd get a little rude too, wouldn't you?
<Dr: Well, I, uh, suppose I might. That's all I need, Anon. You're free to go pick out your bunk now.
End of interview.

>Interview Log 1337-049:

<Interviewer: Dr. Eliza Smerdy, psychiatrist for RPCs 1337-3-001 through 005
>Interviewed: RPC 1337-3-004
<Dr. Smerdy: Hi, Anon. How are you feeling?
>RPC 1337-3-004: Like shit.
<Dr: Oh no. What happened?
>RPC: Nothing. Nothing ever happens.
<Dr: Surely something happened. You've been helping Dr. [REDACTED] research that one anomaly, haven't you?
>RPC: Yeah, yeah, the big [REDACTED]. That's interesting, I guess.
<Dr: You guess?
>RPC: Don't get me wrong. It's interesting and all, but it just doesn't feel like I'm doing anything, you know?
<Dr: Why's that?
>RPC: "Nonny, go get my pencil. Nonny, go fix me some coffee. Nonny, my ass itches."
<Dr: Did he really ask you to scratch his, um, rear?
>RPC: No, no. But you see what I'm getting at, right?
Dr: He's not taking you seriously.
>RPC: Exactly! I'm not, like, a fucking expert or anything, but I did major in chemistry. I ought to be doing at least a few things related to the actual work, right?
<Dr: Well, Dr. [REDACTED] is known to take a while to get used to people. I'm sure you'll get your chance soon.
>RPC: As long as I'm two feet tall and don't have thumbs, I doubt it.
Interview truncated here. Further reading may be obtained by Authority personnel with medical clearance.


Is this like some kind of parody or just another spinoff of SCP?


>Interview Log 1337-072:
<Interviewer: Dr. Andrew O'Nimitz, chief researcher for RPC 1337
>Interviewed: RPC 1337-4
<Dr. O'Nimitz: Ah, you must be the Anon who came in just last night.
>RPC 1337-4: Uh-huh. Look, when am I getting out of here?
<Dr: Well, that depends.
>RPC: On what?
<Dr: On whether or not we can ever find a way to change you back.
>RPC: Any progress on that?
<Dr: Not much, I'm afraid.
>RPC: Great.
<Dr: If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you some questions. Perhaps your answers will help us to find a way to give you back your old life.
>RPC: Shoot.
<Dr: I'm interested in your coloration. Thus far, different colored fillies have had different personalities. Do you happen to have any idea why you're blue?
>RPC: Blue?
<Dr: Yes. You're the first blue filly we've found.
>RPC: I'm…
<Dr: You're…?
>RPC: I'm…
<Dr: You're what, Anon?
>RPC: I'm fucking teal!
At this point, RPC 1337-4 began to scream and thrash about violently. RPC 1337-4 was sedated, thus ending the interview.

It's a spinoff. When SCP went full-SJW, a ton of contributors jumped ship for RPC.


Testing Logs:
Prior to April 20, 20[REDACTED], instances of RPC 1337 were authorized for designation as CSD personnel. Below are three of the tests which were conducted using fillies as test subjects.

>Test Log 745-004:

Twelve instances of RPC 1337-1 were selected as CSD personnel for the purpose of testing RPC 745 http://www.rpc-wiki.net/rpc-745 . The fillies were transported to OL-Site-745 in the Falkland Islands off the coast of Argentina. RPC 745 was issued an Argentine military FAL with a single round of ammunition and permitted to interact with the fillies. Initially RPC 745 regarded the fillies as animals, but upon learning that they could talk had a brief conversation with them. Upon learning that RPC 745 considers itself an Argentine officer fighting in the Falkland wars, the fillies began to mock it, declaring that "Argentina is not White." RPC 745 appeared to grow upset and confused, and began asking the fillies if any of them were British. The fillies quickly outed RPC 1337-1-023 as a "britcuck," calling her "Nigel." RPC 1337-1-023 attempted to deny the claim, but upon hearing her English accent, RPC 745 fired its rifle into the head of RPC 1337-1-023, killing her instantly. RPC 745 refused to interact with the fillies any further and departed silently to its quarters.

>Test Log 319-026:

Forty instances of RPC 1337-3 were selected as CSD personnel for the purpose of testing RPC 319 http://www.rpc-wiki.net/rpc-319 . The fillies were transported to [REDACTED], Germany on December 14, 20[REDACTED]. The fillies were treated to a large banquet every evening until the 23rd, when RPC 319 manifested among them. The instances of RPC 1337-3 reacted to the appearance of RPC 319 similarly to human children, referring to it as "grandma," and holding conversations with it despite its apparent inability to speak. When the fillies sat down to dinner the next night, RPC 319 manifested among them again. The red fillies' normally gloomy demeanor vanished as they joyously ate the anomalous gingerbread RPC 319 produced for them, and they frequently declared that RPC 319 was "fucking based." At the stroke of midnight, RPC 319 consumed all instances of RPC 1337-3 present at the test, reducing the Authority's population of red fillies to its present number of nineteen.

>Test Log 204-7:

Procedure: All instances of RPC 1337 were designated as CSD personnel for the purpose of testing RPC 204 http://www.rpc-wiki.net/rpc-204 . A fake settlement called "Fillyville" was built along the boundary-waters region of the US-Canadian border and populated with fillies. One half of the settlement was situated on the US side of the border, and the other half on the Canadian side. A number of survival items and firearms were stored in a bunker on the US side of the settlement; while the town hall, with RPC 1337-4 as mayor, was located in the Canadian side.
Results: RPC 204 was released into Fillyville, with results the same as in human-populated settlements. The inhabitants heard emergency broadcast signals, hallucinated a nuclear explosion, fell unconscious, and awoke believing themselves to be in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. The fillies on the US side of the town quickly raided the bunker and formed a loosely-knit gang called "Stalkers." The uniform of the Stalkers seemed to have been inspired by RPC 204 itself, consisting of gas masks and hazmat suits. The Stalkers attempted to take the firearms as well, but found that they could not operate them with their hooves. By the time the fillies on the Canadian side of town reached the bunker, there were no gas masks left, and the remaining fillies were barred from joining the Stalkers. The Stalkers proceeded to scream phrases in Russian and chased the remaining fillies into the town hall, where they remained holed up for the night. Over the course of the night, RPC 1337-4 succeeded in uniting the remaining fillies against the Stalkers under a rigid theocracy called "The Children of Uni-Teal." The Children proceeded to destroy all Authority monitoring devices in the town hall. Over the next three nights, eighteen Stalkers disappeared from the town proper. The Stalkers quickly decided that the Children were responsible and laid a full-scale siege against the town hall. The Children responded by charging into the town proper and engaging in a brawl with the Stalkers.
The End: On April 20, 20[REDACTED], Dr. Andrew O'Nimitz's motion to prohibit the designation of instances of RPC 1337 as CSD personnel was passed. Sedatives, along with Class A-3 amnestics, were aerially distributed over Fillyville, effectively ending the battle of town hall. Though many fillies were bruised and scraped, there were no fatalities or serious casualties in the battle. The eighteen missing fillies were found in the basement of the town hall, beaten and half-starved, but alive. These fillies were also issued Class A-3 amnestics, and were hospitalized until they could resume their normal tasks for the Authority.

After recovering the instances of RPC 1337 from Fillyville and restoring them to their normal sites, Dr. O'Nimitz sent out the following communique to all Authority sites:
"Instances of RPC 1337 are no longer available as CSDs. Stop abusing the damn fillies, you sick bastards."

It should be noted that test 204-7 was the only time when RPC 1337-4 was referred to as "teal" by anyone other than herself.


Guess I can appreciate that. I just walked away from what little I knew of SCP other than Containment.


I want to lock KYS filly in a cage and feed her Cheetoes through a funnel.


The end, and pastebin'd at https://pastebin.com/nSr8VPf3


thanks fam


Highly appreciated.
It needs further lecture.



That was bloody great


Just googled my little pony plush pattern and picked a few that looked okay.

Free pattern: https://www.deviantart.com/voodoo-tiki/art/My-Little-Pony-pattern-1-291118373
With an example build here: https://offbeathome.com/my-little-pony-plush-tutorial/

A youtube turtorial: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TApfktgEfmE&annotation_id=annotation_4020402105&feature=iv&src_vid=Napyi_O2X0k

10 page google document turtorial: https://www.patreon.com/posts/free-laying-26841837

A knitting pattern if you want to try that instead, though the instructions seemed hard to discipher for newbies: http://knitoneawesome.blogspot.com/2012/11/my-little-pony-friendship-is-magic.html?spref=fb&m=1

Saw some people selling downloadable pdfs with patterns for 25$ while I was looking around. Seems pretty ridiculous to me to sell knowledge but apparently people buy it enough to warrant the price.


There are some resources at plushie.horse


All the free patterns seem to be mares. I need a filly pattern.


Bigger head, smaller body. Tada, it's a filly.


Is there a certain body to head ratio I need?


>Historically the process, the purpose of which was often to make an older horse behave like one that was younger, or to temporarily liven up a sick or weakened animal, was known as feaguing (from which the modern term figging derives), and involved a piece of ginger, onion, pepper, tobacco, or a live eel.

Also, the RCP entry was one of the best things I've ever read in a filly thread. We're especially lively today.


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>Ywn dye your coat to look like Celestia.

>Twilight sees what appears to be a filly Celestia and starts to panic.

"Oh my goodness, princess, what happened!? Why are you a filly!"
>"Carry me Twilight!"
"Y-Yes princess!" Twilight says placing the Celestia like filly on her back. "Come on! We have to find Luna, maybe she can fix this, then again this seems like discord's doing. We have to hurry, we probably don't have much time to turn you back to yourself! Maybe Caden- oof!"
>Twilight's panicked galloping rams her right into something big.
>She stumbles back and catches 'Celestia' in her magic before she can fall.
>As 'Celestia' giggles Twilight looks to what she hit and finds a very much adult Celestia.
>"What's the rush dear student?" She ask before seeing a small filly. "And who's your cute little friend~"
>Celestia ask letting her motherly instincts take hold as she lifts the filly with her own magic.
>"Nonny!" The filly says excitedly expanding all her appendages shocking Celestia.
"Princess, I thought she was you, but she's not apparently, but if she's not you she's somepony else meaning she's a-"
>"Alicorn. Quite the cute one too, aren't you~!"
>The filly giggles as Celestia's feather tickles her belly.
>As she continues to play with the filly she ask Twilight a question.
>"Tell me my student, what are young unicorn fillies prone to doing when panicking?" She ask calmly and still watching the filly.
>Twilight thinks.
"Well, alot of things, fillies could empty themselves, run away, flail, buck around, an-"
>"Yes, any filly does those. But a unicorn filly?"
"Oh, well they start randomly firing off sp-"
>Twilight's eyes shrink to pin pricks.
"Oh no, we need to evac-"
>"At-at-at." Celestia says still calm and motherly. "Do not panic her, she may have found your previous panic enjoyable, but a full evacuation would make anypony uncomfortable. Just stay calm and lets see if we can figure out just who Nonny here is."


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>Be alicorn filly.
>tfw you are considered a temperamental time bomb, without the snackbar
>Seems like the only logical choice is for them to take care of your every need all the time.

>That means there should be a specialized task force dedicated to fixing foals that treats temper tantrums as a matter of public safety.


Good to see you aren't dead. I was considering writing something like this for a while, but abandoned it as I didn't have the free time. Thank you for bringing this into the world.


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It is, and it's still more beautiful with the subversion removed.


Thanks Japan


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>Filly has been watching those chinese cartoons again


I know that cute snout.


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I knew it.
That snout is too powerful for anon to resist.


It'a not DIO! But it is pretty close to perfection.


Filly Surpasses even Kars


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Imagine being this much of a degenerate slut


still a qt lil' grumpfilly


Go back to your diaperfag thread on /trash/.


>go back to your diaperfag thread
aren't we already here?


Is this new? Looks great even epic.


It's new, yeah. Straight out of Shino's meth lab.


Sorry that I asked should I looked it up myself. Thanks anyway. Although, I don't use discord. Does anybody know if there is anongoing green with these four fillies or why are they paired up together like this? It is not the first tiem I have seen them together.


No, Shino is just trying to push his oc along with a few other oc fillies that are fairly well-established in /mlp/ culture. Silly Sven, no matter how hard you work on a greentext nobody will every draw anything from it anymore…


>these four fillies
Three fillies, a zigger and a rat.


>Silly Sven, no matter how hard you work on a greentext nobody will every draw anything from it anymore…
Well, I would understand that when it comes to my characters since well I haven't written anything that is… good.
But are you saying that is the case for all peoples greentext?

Regardless, that wasn't the reason I asked. I thought that I might try to write something about these characters since they had such a nice pic together. Or is that sycophantic thing to do?

Idk, just looking for inspiration for what to write about. Have six hours here dedicated to writing infront of me but no subject matter.


>Or is that sycophantic thing to do?
Actually, what the fuck am I smoking? Obiviously not


I thought the mythos was that her mom was adrunkard and her dad absent. What is up with the rat? Is it a refrence to something else?


Scratch that I guess, urgh…

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