>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): https://www.dropbox.com/sh/h46ituoalc71wp9/AACmTe3H8s10ArK3-5Q_3juqa?dl=0 Stories: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BP6aPchH3lGIRdzd78IWykMCXuKLrNABi6bxZGVTy9c/edit >I'm a contributor. Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt, so you can have your green to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure. >I don't like this thread because of reasons. You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly. Old-mare Thread: >>138855
>>142780 I mean, I have self-esteem issues and problems properly expressing my emotions Proablly stemming from my some childhood 'friends' who couldn't keep it in their pants, as well probably a few others that I can't think of right now. I'm not sure about the mommy issues, though I can see why that'd be a fair assumption.
Ignore previous post, please. Sorry for the delay, tonight's update is probably better for it though. >>142404 >Something about that sets you off. >You're going to ace this fucking test, and nopony is going to stop you. >…nobody. >It takes a few minutes, but you remember how to do the problems. >Looking back you may have overestimated the test, as the most complex problem on the first page or two is dealing with polynomial multiplication. >Turning the page, you're faced with your worst enemy: graphing. >Fuuuuuuck you never learned how to do this without a calculator. >… >Those are linear functions, aren't they? >Scribbling down the last of your answers on the graph paper graciously provided, you sloppily print 'Green Clover' at the top of the sheet and walk up to the front of the classroom. >"Oh, you're already finished Clover?" "Mmhmph." >Damn paper making it difficult to talk. >You carefully take the sheet out of your mouth with a hoof, reaching up as far as you can to the podium. >She takes it from you. >Sporting a smug grin, she looks at you. >"I'll have your results in by tomorrow, Ms. Smartypants." >Holy shit that sounded forced. >You just nod and head back to your seat. >Shouldn't be much time left now. >You allow yourself to nod off a bit… >"Clover?" "Sweetie?" >"Clover?" "Mmph. Yeah, I hear ya." >"Clover!" >You jolt awake to see Twilight standing over you. >You're still a bit dazed. "Huh?" >"I said it's time to go home now." "Oh, of course." >You hesitate for a moment. >"Well?" "Actually…" >Input action.
Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G >You are Anon, a 27 year old virgin who one day woke up in the body of a cute green filly named Ajna. >But fuck Ajna; you're the filly now and you'll clop any time you damn well please! >Anyways, it's 10 years prior to the events of the show, so all of your favorite ponies are fillies too. >Some of them are even in the same boat as you, as humans stuck in the bodies of fillies. >Right now, you're living in Ponyville with Twilight and her family after changelings tried to replace Velvet. >You just had a fun day hanging out with Blossomforth and friends playing with a Frisbee, and now you've come home to find that Cadance has a peetzer in the oven.
>>142825 I-I do. And I was neglected in favor of my other siblings, pretty much as soon as I hit 10-11. So I guess there's my problem. That's what happens when you have 6 kids, some are inevitably ignored.
>>142997 Some images are just tough to work with but with black outlines you can select an area, grow the selection to overlap the outlines and just colorize it. I never use paint bucket. Maybe google has some more refined techniques.
>>143220 (You)s are nice, but dont let our fillies become too dependant on them Else there will be too many heads and too little petting and i dont want to know what happens to fillies who cant get their head-pat fill
>>143226 They write a shitty CYOA in a cliffhanger-esque format that guarantees them at least one (You) per post so that they don't feel like ass when they don't get any for their bad green. Dammit, I did that thing that I do sometimes again. Just ignore this post please, I'm gonna stop fishing, and even posting this in the first place is a bit counter intuititive. I'll stop metaphorically bleeding all over the nice floors now. Fucking hell I started this out as a joke.
>>143262 >When you re too focused on her flanks to notice the neck and the back of her head Unless you meant to make it more like a horsey mane then i suppose that s right Also is it just me or does the reversed ? feels weird whenever it shows up? Maybe i just got used to ? no matter on which flank, iunno
>>143220 But I'm not a filly (yet), How do I redeem my pets? >>143241 True that. But is there some sort of ranking system or scale we can arrange our contentfags on? I want to find the One Autist to rule them all.
Hey Anons you know what time it is? Yea, i dont either, but lets have some fun
The thing you re holding on your left hand right now is the object thats your last chance to try to convince an Anonfilly to live with you, instead of her just calling you a faggot and going back to purple If your left hand isnt holding anything, then the thing straight to your left is what you re carrying or what s between you two if its too big
Oh Filly, who art in Equestria, hallowed be thy Name, Thy filly cum, thy rubbing done, in Twiggles bed as it is in thy own… Give us our daily tendies; And forgive our weaponized autism, As we forgive them that are as autistic as us; And lead us not into /PTFG/, But deliver us from rulefaggotry.
anonfillies are just humans who found a way to become the filly, and sail their own ship in search of equestria >cue anon fitting in perfectly in horseland, meanwhile her super sekrit cloaked ship waits for her just beyond the everfree forest
>>143392 >anonfilly space hq lying in orbit above horseland >a single anonfilly is sent into the planet in order to find out how hospitable the land and its inhabitants there are >has fake id set up and robot horse parent assistants >school conversations are just as awkward as you'd expect i can see the potential in this, practically invader zim but with fillies
>>143391 The entire novelty of Anonfilly is that it's anon after being turned into a filly. Not femanon being turned into a filly, not anon being turned into a highschool girl in EQGverse, and most certainly not just plain rule 63 anon, but anon in Equestria as a filly. Changing that dynamic changes the entire premise of the thread.
>>143393 I want both hooves AND no-hooves because I like all things Anonfilly, unlike you it would appear.
>>143398 >Not femanon being turned into a filly Nobody said that. >not anon being turned into a highschool girl in EQGverse That wasn't quite it either. >What is the mirror to the EqG universe? It's like you don't even watch the show.
>>143391 Personally i like the idea that Anon becomes a frustrated little grill on EqGverse, but I only like more the Anon is the only one who stays as a pony when going to a human world for some unknown reason More space for shenanigans with a random green pony whos actually a human male, but whos a little girl pony Its like the ultimate reversal, i wish there was more of that
>>143399 Wait, let me change that. >I like all things Anonfilly Sadly, no. Never have been fond of Anons wanting to be WITH the filly instead of wanting to BE the filly. The idea of being the filly is what started this general in the first place, no?
>>143407 wow, you are the supreme connoisseur of shit taste >not wanting to be or be with filly opinions completely disregarded and anything eqg is no longer FILLY you faggot, how plainly does that have to be spelled to you?
>>143399 I'm sure if someone said they liked all things pony because it simply was pony, you'd be ready to jump on them for being a shill. Also, it's funny, I've seen every episode of the show and don't remember any mirror. ^:)
>>143427 >I never said I did not want to be the filly, you dummy. yeah i know, but not wanting both is fucking heresy >this magical pearl that can change others into just about everything? if you're talking about the movie, that was just hippogriffs into sea ponies. there is literally no indicator or hint that it can do that shit to anything else, and, seeing how it's PEARL, guarded IN THE SEA, i really fucking doubt that there's anything else it does but that.
>>143519 >buying into the 7 seconds meme >not using your horse pussy to take a horsecock like it was meant to I'd prefer to have my filly pussy filled completely by a horsecock as thick as its walls, thank you very much I hope you have fun with trying to fit that much thinner peg into your differently-shaped hole in such a way you can actually fully feel it
Alright fillies and gentlemen, I have returned after a break that has been too long! I have brought with me some new content as well, and I hope it's more than worth the wait despite the fact that I feel a bit rusty after so long of a break which means that I probably need some input on what I sucked at for this, too. Anyway, enough about me; that's not what you're here for. Where we last left Anonymous in the last thread, Chrysalis and Emerald had just arrived in Ponyville under their respective disguises and everyone is now on the way back to Twilight's castle in preparation for tomorrow's events. Let's see what happens next! >You and Emerald try to sustain a conversation during the walk back to the castle, but eventually it's swallowed up by the tense silence between Twilight and Chrysalis >When you all get back, Twilight leads you up to the common room >As soon as Chrysalis is sure that nopony else will see her reveal herself, she drops her disguise >When the green column fades, you see her sitting on the floor and holding her head, almost like she's in pain >Emerald moves to her side and places a hoof on her back while you look on with concern >Twilight just reacts with mild interest, however "What's wrong? Are you okay?" >Chrysalis takes a deep breath and gets back up, sighing before she responds >"When I said I was completely drained of magic, I wasn't kidding. Even holding a disguise together takes a fair amount of effort now." >Ouch, that's gotta suck! >You see Twilight pull a clipboard and pencil out of magic from the corner of your eye, and that makes you mildly disappointed >If she's not going to be a good host, then you will! "Well, would either of you like something to drink while you're here? >"Water, please." >"Me too, thanks." "Alright, I'll be back in a second." >Two glasses of water, simple enough >Shouldn't be too much trouble >You're a smart guy, after all >You should be able to find a way to get them both there without spilling either >Worse comes to worst, you can just make two trips too >You'd prefer not to, though >Two trips sounds like one too many >Or is it? >Fuck it, your stubborn pride says that one trip is your goal >You're just about to the kitchen now, and you run into somebody who can help you! "Hey Spike, I need your help with something." >Spike looks up from what he was doing at you <"Sure, what do you need?" "Well, I'm sure you've heard that there are guests over right now. Anyway, I offered to get them some water, and they accepted it. The problem is, I don't think I can carry two glasses at once without spilling them both and I only want to make one trip." <"I guess I can help with that, but I see a small problem." "What's the problem?" <"Twilight told me to stay out of the way while they were over, and I'm not sure if this counts as getting in the way." >Well, at least Twilight had a plan for keeping Spike from freaking out >The operative word being 'had' >Does it really matter if Spike knows about Chrysalis if she's going to be staying here for the night, anyway? "How is helping out getting in the way? All you have to do is grab a glass of water for me and bring it to the common room! It's not that hard, surely you should be able to do it." >Let's hope he takes the bait <"I guess you aren't wrong… Okay, I'll help." >Perfect! >You two go to the kitchen and grab a pair of glasses >After filling them both up with tap water, you two head out to the common room with your cargo >It's a pretty quick walk, despite the fact that you're only using three hooves to walk, with your fourth one occupied with holding your glass >Spike has no difficulty with his, though >Either way, you two make it back to the common room fairly quickly >Not thinking twice about what lies ahead, you enter >Spike follows you, and this turns out to not be the greatest of ideas
>>143563 >Twilight and Chrysalis are in the middle of discussing strategies to convince Celestia and Emerald's decided to drop her disguise too >Spike doesn't exactly handle this too well, but at least he doesn't drop the glass >In fact, he kind of freezes up >You'll deal with this after getting your payload to who needs it >You hand off your glass to Emerald and grab Spike's to give to Chrysalis >As soon as you give it to her, you feel a tap on your shoulder >It's Spike, and he's gesturing for you to follow him out of the room >At this moment, you also realize that everypony here also sees him "Excuse us for a moment, sorry." >Twilight gives you a bit of a disappointed glance as you follow Spike out of the room, but you don't think that anything too bad will come out of it >You hope >Spike leads you out into another room out of earshot of the others before turning to face you <"Why are there changelings here?!" "It's a long story that I can't entirely tell you without breaking some promises I made to Twilight, but I can assure you that there's a good reason they're here." <"How do you know it's a good reason, though? Aren't changelings supposed to be good at manipulating ponies?" "I know it's a good reason because it's part of an idea I had. Now come on, we shouldn't leave our guests waiting." <"That just raises more questions!" >Spike sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before saying anything else <"You know what? No. I'm not dealing with this. I'm going to go back to following Twilight's directions, and I'm not helping you with any more of this. I want no part of this, whatever this is that nopony will tell me!" >He continues ranting like this as he walks back into the castle, leaving you alone in the room >Well, that wasn't a reaction you expected >Poor guy just couldn't take being out of the loop any more >You should probably apologize to him when you get a good opportunity >you may even be able to tell him the truth of what's going on if you can get Twilight's approval for it >You've been gone for long enough too, you should probably go back and see what's going on >You head back to the common room to find things in a similar state to how you left it >Twilight and Chrysalis are still discussing what to do about Celestia with Emerald listening with only enough interest to make sure that she gets the general idea of what's happening >You sit down next to Emerald and start observing as well >You never know when something important will come up that you should know >Speaking of, you probably missed something >You turn towards Emerald to see if you're right on that assumption "What did I miss?" >"Not much, Mom and Twilight are still just talking about how to convince Princess Celestia. I don't have any ideas on what to do, so I haven't really been paying attention though. What was all that about with Spike?" "As it turns out, he wasn't informed about what was happening and wasn't quite sure how to handle it. From how he reacted to it when he finally got to his reaction, I don't think we'll be seeing him very often for the rest of the time you both are here." >"Oh, that's a shame; I was kinda hoping that we could play monopoly again." >Okay, maybe Spike storming off was more of a blessing than you thought "I'm sure we'll see him again at some point, don't worry. This castle isn't as big as it looks, you know." >Emerald shrugs and looks back towards Twilight and Chrysalis before turning back to you >"I'm pretty bored, wanna go do something else?"
>>143564 >On one hand, you agree that this is a boring conversation >Hell, you haven't even been paying attention! >On the other, this conversation is pretty important >You may need to know as much as you can about this to help find a solution that might work >Hmmm… >Maybe- nah… >But what if… >Yeah, that might work! >If you can't keep your attention on the conversation now, then you're never going to be able to reliably force yourself to listen >HOWEVER >Twilight seems to be taking notes with that clipboard she retrieved earlier, so maybe you can look over the notes afterwards? >Okay, you can go off and do something else with Emerald now and look over Twilight's notes when she and Chrissy are done talking! >That seems like a good solution! "Sure, I'm down for a change of scenery. Did you have anything in mind?" >"Wanna head down to the school and mess around on the playground?" >That doesn't sound like a bad idea, but you two should probably be back before dark "Sure, let's go." >Both of you stand up and head to the front door and Emerald goes back into her disguise >On the way, you both run into Spike >Judging by the empty bowl and spoon, he's either going to get ice cream or putting his dirty ice cream dishes away >Luckily, Emerald has her disguise back on at this point too >Spike notices this, but he doesn't put two and two together <"Hey Emerald, when did you get here?" >You're not saying anything >You're just going to let this play out >It's his fault if he gets dragged back into this shit >"A while ago, long enough to see what happened earlier." >Emerald punctuates this with a small giggle >Okay, if Spike can't put it together now then he doesn't deserve to get it told to him <"Huh, so I guess you saw that… In my defense, it's not every day that changelings show up to the castle. Also, between you and me, I'm a bit suspicious about why they're here." >He doesn't deserve it >"Well, what if they're here for a good reason?" <"I doubt it, these aren't the reformed changelings. These are the same ones who tried to take over Canterlot when Twilight's brother was getting married. That's just my thoughts though, since Anon here won't tell me why they're here despite saying it was her idea." >He gives you a quick glare as he says the last part, but soon returns to Emerald >Emerald also looks a bit less cheerful after hearing this <"So, what's going on?" >"We were heading to the school." <"Alright, that sounds better than staying here. I'll come with you two after I clean these off!" >Spike walks back off towards the kitchen and Emerald immediately starts back towards the front door >You follow her out even as she picks up her pace when she gets outside >Eventually, you two stop under a tree in town >"How about we go somewhere else? I'm not really feeling the school idea any more." "Alright, where to?" >"I just wanna walk around now, you okay with that?" "Sure, why not?" >You and Emerald wander off into town, completely content to just spend time with one another despite the fact that you two pretty much ditched Spike
>>143570 >hurr cartoon horses have horsecock, no way that works the same as real ones! yeah yeah, like i said, you can enjoy your shitty 7 seconds faggot, im not the one that's gonna end up unsatisfied
>>143571 >muh cartoons are the exact same as real life! Even if cartoon ponies only lasted 7 seconds, all I'd need to do is be or find a powerful enough unicorn to cast an endurance spell or use similar magic fuckery to make my colt last longer if I wanted and with some powerful enough magic fuckery, I could just grant a temporary horsecock to a fellow anonfilly and neither of us would even need a colt at all
>>143574 If the dick was the same size as the filly puss, the shape wouldn't allow it to hit all the pleasure points; if the dick was larger, only part of it would fit in Either way, one out of the pair isn't getting fully pleasured
>>143574 >>143560 >>143519 >>143578 Guys, I've got a great solution for everyone: The HMD is a great shape for pounding the ponut, so Anonfilly could take it in the ass while her filly pussy gets filled with colt cock
>>143574 >Filly is a tenth of a human size >Filly is at max 20cm tall >Filly may be smaller than a fucking cat Headcannon denied Everyone knows that fillies are at least 10 times larger than a human, not smaller
>>143540 >Be Starlight Glimmer >Dating Twilight, things are getting kinda serious >Out of the blue she adopts a green filly >Foulmouthed, perverted, and extremely cute >You act nice to her and everything, but there's nothing really there >But whenever Twilight's in the room you get mushy with her >Anon plays along because you buy her Happy Meals
Cadance blinks, completely unphased by your suggestion.
<"Well, there's no meat markets here in Ponyville, but he has eaten meat before."
"Yeah, but liverwurst is like… the grossest meat you can imagine."
<"And as I just told you, he has no sense of taste. If you get me liverwurst, I can get him to eat it."
You make a mental note to consider doing just that, assuming it's not illegal to slaughter pigs for their meat in Ponyville. Really, you ought to check the local ordinances for these kinds of things, because so far the only place you've seen meat being consumed was in the Canterlot castle.
Your thought is quickly interrupted by a loud ding from the oven. The pizza is done. Cadance pulls it out and sets it on top of the stove to cool. It seems to be some combination of mushrooms, olives, and tons of cheese, which you somehow can't help but find mouthwatering despite the lack of meat. You still aren't sure how you really feel about your tastes changing ever since becoming a pony.
>filly comes into your room and switches on the lights "Do you like them?" >Shes wearing a pair of black thigh-high stockings >she clearly had trouble getting them on >each stocking has several large tears in it with tufts of green filly fluff sticking out >she wiggles her rump in your direction and smiles coyly "I think in going to need some help taking them off."
we need filly in stockings, damn it and moar socks
>>143657 mate, ive been here since the thread fuckin began, dont start that shit with me. and regardless of your stances, you're being real gay because nobody cares how much you want horsecock anymore. everything was all said and done, but no, you just had to bring up your love for it again in >>143649
if anyone's the shitposter here, it's (You), now fuck off.
>>143667 Weren't you the one advocating for eqg anonfilly here? How is that any more appropriate than people wanting to be with an actual anonfilly? Personally, I don't care about eqg being posted on occasion, but maybe you should take your own advice in the case of people wanting to be with the filly and "just ignore it".
>>143412 There's nothing I want more than to be with the filly as the filly Being with the filly without being a filly myself would be much less desirable, as would being the filly without at least one of you fags being the filly alongside me to keep me company
>>143692 >>143694 There s still a dick being shoved inside you though, that s gay even though you dont have a dick anymore you re tecnically still a man I know i d get disgusted at myself for taking it
Not gonna lie, if i ever became a filly id be very scared for whenever the first heat season stroke…i sure as hell would not want to be taking any D at all
>>143688 >>143692 >>143719 >>143722 >>143724 >>143732 What if the filly gets pegged in the ponut by a filly with a strapon while her filly pussy gets filled with colt cock as she holds and makes out with a fellow filly who's taking the HMD up the ass while getting her horse pussy stuffed by another filly's magical temporary horsecock, and the fillies who are making out have their clits pressed together as they all orgasm? Is that at least partially staight? Is it entirely 100% gay? Is it just hot?
It's short, it isn't sweet, but it's about to be. Ice cream is top-tier. >>142817 >"Well? Spit it out." "Could we get some ice cream?" >"I don't see why not." >That same fucking smile… >"Do you want to get some at the market on the way home, or do you want to go home? We have a carton or two left." >Of fucking course you do… "I'm not quite sure, can you give me until the market to decide?" >"I guess that's reasonable. How was your day at school?" "Same old, same old…" >"Still don't know what that is, give me the downlow." "Had a test in math, Cheerilee was being a bit odd, made friends with another pony…" >She's clearly a bit angry at the next line. >"What about League?" "I didn't tell you? She's in the hospital, or at least that's where I checked her in last night after she split open her leg…" >"Well, that's no good. Hmm." >You look up from your hooves to see that you've arrived at the market. >Shitty rugs, food, and incence burners fucking litter the place, but you do see one of your trademark 'You can't >Rape the willing' saddlebags. >It's a good thing most ponies don't know what rape is in perfect horse-land, or else you'd probably be in deep shit. >…Twilight just thought it was funny. >Even bought a few of them. >"Clover?" "Yeah?" >"It's time to choose." >Input action.
You grab a stack of plates from the cabinet and head out into the living room to set up the table. As you do, you notice Twilight seems to be alone, so you decide to bring up a topic that had been at the back of your mind for a while.
"Hey Twi, you're from Virginia, right? You ever spend much time around DC?" >"Uhh… yes?"
"Well there's this pizza place up there called Comet Ping Pong. Ever heard of it?" >"Vaguely."
"Well if you ever make it back to Earth, you probably shouldn't take your kids there. They've got a bunch of pedos raping children in the basement." >"Ugh, no they're not. It's a CIA front. We set up a bunch of politicians with some midget actors that we tell them are children, and then film it and use it as blackmail to get them to keep increasing our black budget. No children are harmed in the process. Although the owner of the store IS a massive creep and I keep my kids far the fuck away from him."
It takes you a minute to fully process everything Twilight just said.
Technically, no. But stick around. I feel like dumping some Twilight backstory. I fleshed this shit out back when I first had her make you guys say the pledge of allegiance, and no one ever bothered to pester her about her past.
>>143754 Heck no, it has to be Açaí ice cream, accept only the original, no fakes Even better if they have "cupuaçu" to go with it, the perfect combo [ 1d100 = 88 ] >Tfw most murkans probly never experienced such magnificent flavour Do try when you find it around, dont think it will be the fruit version but its still divine, the other hue can confirm that Also it makes this filly here very happy
There is something of grave importance you must all see. There are anons here at /mlpol/ conspiring against our community in one of their threads. They want us to do unspeakable things. https://mlpol.net/ub/res/291.html
"Wow, you must be a very terrible spy to be letting me know that."
She rolls her eyes. >"I'm actually not a spy; I'm an analyst. And to be honest, I'm not even sure if we'll make it back to Earth anyways, so I'm not too worried about sharing the worst kept secret in the CIA. Seriously, most secrets are supposed to be compartmentalized, but that one just gets passed around the office like a playground rumor about who's been kissing who. Pretty much anyone with a clearance in the DC area knows it, and we all stay silent about it because we're all in on the black budget."
"Damn. Paints a new picture for me. CIA sounds more like a massive organized crime syndicate than a supposed intelligence agency." >"I mean, I'm pretty sure the fact that we've sold a fuck ton of drugs and guns has been declassified. We're basically the mob, except we also spy on people and prepare a nice little briefing document for the president that he doesn't always read."
"You ever thrown anyone out of an aircraft?" >"Do hot air balloons count? Because I'm pretty sure you know what happened to Fizzlepop."
"Yeah, what DID happen to her? You don't strike me as the type to just straight up murder a pony." >"Well, not all of us ex-humans came from the same point in time. Fizzlepop was a Soviet from the 1950s. I don't like commies."
"Enough to kill them?" >"You know how I said I was an analyst? I watch North Korean TV and analyze spy reports from the region. They're all fucked in the head. The only good communist is a dead one."
Before you can get another word in, Cadance comes into the room and calls the rest of the family to the table. Dinner is served.
>>144049 Abuse, piss, [Redacted], [Redacted] and [Redacted]. >>143749 "Okay, oddly ominous. I think I'll get something here, though." >"No problem, what do you want?" "Açaí ice cream." >"What the actual fuck is that?" "I…" >"Are you making up fruit names now?" "I-it's a real thing! Look it up." >"Mmhm, sure it is. Next choice, buckeroo." "Alright, I guess I'll settle for strawberry…" >Only fair that you gave it its own spot in the limelight after you brutally rejected it during bathtime. >Twilight shrugs and leads you over to the stall that sells Ice Cream. >Though the pony running it isn't exactly what you had expected, she is clearly an expert on the devil's lettuce. >"What can I hook the little cutie up for today, man?" >Treehugger was fucking great. "Strawberry!" >"I'll have Cookies and Cream myself." >"Alright, two scoops of cowtit comin' right up." >… >Twilight carries both of your cones over to a small table. >It's a bit too cold to be eating outside, but you're getting free shit so you won't complain. >"So, talk to me. What happened to League?" "We were racing and she fell." >"That's it?" "Yeah, not everyone wanders into the Everfree and gets nearly constricted to death by a serpent." >"I can't believe you're still mad about that." >You try to grip your ice cream with both hooves, but it's much more difficult than the show implies. >After the third time you drop the cone and Twilight catches it with her magic mid-air, she just elects to feed you. >Though it's a bit humiliating to be unable to eat a cone of fucking ice cream without help, it is really fucking good ice stuff. >You manage to polish off your cone in about ten minutes with Twilight feeding you, leaving her to start on hers. >She shoves it in your face. >"Here, want a taste?" >Licking the frozen treat cautiously, you immediately wish you had gotten cookies and cream. >After about five more minutes Twilight gets up. >"You can go visit your friend if you want to, I'm not going to stop you. Alternatively…" >She spreads out her wings wide. >Goddamn those soft feathers… >Input action.
>>144049 Sorry that I'm a bit late to the party; I'll list off each of mine that comes to mind: love and intimacy mixing sexual fluids sharing each other's scent after fucking making out during sex cumming inside group sex selfcest (especially with a genderswapped alternate self) incest (particularly between siblings) futa (especially when the futa is on either or both ends of vaginal sex)
Among typical filly things like hooves, chest fluff, cuddles, and foalcon, kidnapping, rape, torture, necro, vore, scat, every bodily fluid imaginable, daipers, beastiality, incest, sex/toilet/regular slavery, and ruling a nation where all of the above is encouraged to be practiced regularly and openly
Whew, bit of a slow day for a weekend, innit? >>144053 >You trot over to Twilight and sort of hop up on your hind legs, wrapping your front ones around her neck. "I'm still angry at you." >"I know." >She returns the gesture with one of her forelegs, using the other three to keep balance as she doesn't have a pony to prop herself up on. >After a few minutes spent hugging in the marketplace, Twilight finally breaks the bond. "I'm going to go visit League now, I owe it to her." >"Of course. I want you to know that I love you." >Before you can say anything, she takes to the sky. >… >"Of course! Visiting hours don't end for another three hours, little filly." "Sorry, I'm just really worried about her." >"Mmhm. Right this way, please." >She leads you through the hospital, eventually stopping at a small room and opening the door. >"I'll leave you two to be alone, just know that there are a few surveillance spells in place, and please be gentle with her." >Fucking hell, she's treating you like the kid you are. >League is lying on the bed, clearly sleeping with the rise and fall of the thin sheets. >There is a small tray of what you assume was her lunch, judging by the breadcrumbs and hay. >A small Helium balloon hangs at the end of her bed with the message 'Get Well Soon' Carefully printed on it. >Either that or magic, you still haven't figured out which of the two is more widely used. >You would write 'faggot' under the message as a joke, but you doubt your pencil would do much good in that scenario. >Pulling over the small armchair, Legchair? you sit down and just watch her for a little while. >She's very peaceful when she's asleep, none of the usual fiery energy that she normally expresses. >Even her trademark hat is off, hung lazily from the top of the lamp giving the room a slighly darker tinge. >The IV taped to her foreleg with what you assume is ordinary medical tape looks to be pumping a clear liquid into your veins. >You hope insurance is a thing here, those bags are fucking expensive. >You probably looked just like this when Twilight put you here, not counting the bandaged chest. >… >You think you're ready to wake her up. >Leaning over quietly, you plant a small kiss on her cheek. >She begins to stir lightly, giving you a minute to compose yourself. >Input action.
The whole family gathers around the table rather quickly to eat. It never ceases to amaze you how you've come to live with such a large, tight-knit family, especially considering that neither you nor Cadance are biologically related to the rest, but have come to be valued just the same, though for different reasons - you as an adopted daughter, and her as a future daughter in law. Wait, wouldn't that make her your sister? Or, well, future adopted sister in law?
You try not to think about it too much. All that really matters is that she makes damn good pizza, and that she looked away that one time you had cocktails with Twilight. Speaking of whom, for a pony who claims to have only worked as an analyst for the CIA, the more you think about it, the more she has all the skills of a spy. The way she manipulated Cadance, the way she attempted murder without remorse, the way she just… handled the changeling situation with you. You don't remember Twilight from the show having a spell that projects words onto walls and makes them disappear as needed. The same goes for her forced memory transfer spell. If she was truly only pushing papers and writing up reports at the CIA, you get the feeling that they were seriously under-utilizing her resourcefulness.
As you chew away at your pizza, you find yourself gazing into the cold, violet eyes of the filly in question. Perhaps Twilight has been telling the truth all along. Maybe she's not a spy after all, instead having turned slowly into a sociopath over the years. She's been in Equestria longer than any of the other Earthlings, and yet she is the most detached from the world. You're pretty sure you don't want to eat meat again as a filly given your last experience, and yet she did it willingly, knowing full well what it would do. She doesn't even seem that well attached to the rest of her family, or even to her supposed goal of making more friends than you in Ponyville. Perhaps she's given up hope entirely, and the pony you're staring at has been reduced to a broken husk.
Your train of thought snaps as she suddenly flashes you a warm smile. >"Whatcha thinking about, Anon?"
"Whether I should be calling you a sociopath or a psychopath. You're clearly too intelligent and manipulative to be the former."
Your comment seems to catch the whole family off guard. Shining looks like he's about to say something, but stops as he hears Twilight laugh. >"Anon, do you even know what either of those terms mean?"
When you think about it, you aren't entirely sure what the formal definitions of a sociopath and a psychopath are. You're just pretty sure that the psychopath is the more extreme version. >"Thought so. Well, for starters, they're both two terms that refer to the same thing disorder. They characterize a pony who is impulsive, irresponsible, and with complete disregard for a society's laws. They can be manipulative, but more specifically, they are often compulsive liars. Tell me, when have you ever seen me lie?"
You try to think back on that question long and hard. The most obvious instance you want to think of is when Cadance caught her drinking, but her response was… that she can neither confirm nor deny. Standard CIA response for anything they don't want to answer. Technically, it's not a lie. She gave a bunch of hypotheticals, but never said they were true.
Maybe she lied further back? What about the changeling incident? No, she actually stayed rather silent back then. Your thoughts drift back to a little after that point, when Cadance asked her where she learned to cook. Her answer was actually Earth, albeit phrased in the most poetic manner possible.
"I can't think of a time." >"That's because I don't like to tell lies. And while you may say I'm manipulative, that just means I know the right things to say, at the right moments, to the right ponies, to get the right results. I think that might describe Princess Celestia too though. Do you think she's a psychopath?"
"Obviously not." >"Then perhaps you should reconsider making back-hooved insults towards me while complimenting my intelligence if you don't know what you're talking about."
>>144288 >>144292 this, but afterwards mention that you were just going to mention how much you wanted to cuddle and hold her hooves, but felt it would be too autistic, then ended up looking autistic anyways because the psychopath thing was the first thing that came to mind [ 1d100 = 87 ]
>Be a tiny filly, the cool winter air is really chilly and the shitty little cap that twilight made you wear isn't doing much >”Are you sure you aren't cold? I’m all bundled up and i’m still freezing.” >Femanon insisted on coming with you to get coco even though you told her to heck off she thought it would be “Fun” and “exciting “ you were sure it was gonna be more annoying than anything > she has been obsessed with bonding with you since you both showed up a few years ago “Hmpf I said I’m fine. It’s not even that cold out.” >You were many things but a pansy was not one or that's at least what you like to tell yourself >As you talk snow begins to fall from the sky thick, heavy and wet a flake landing on your little green muzzle as you shake it off more begin to fall from the sky >”Oh my, the snow sure is lovely isn’t it?” >That dumb bitch sure did look comfy, hugging her arms and watching her large fluffy jacket keep her warm >”Nonny you aren't checking out my butt are you? Naughty girl don’t make me tell your mommy on you.” >She winks at you, chuckling as your cheeks turn a deep shade of red and you look away “I w-wasnt…. shut up!” >You pout, unable to think up a good response as you continue to trot down the road a thin layer of snow now blanketing the land around you >Peering into other ponies houses you can see them cuddled up on couches, chatting and laughing as fires burns in hearths and steaming mugs of chocolate cool next to them >Meanwhile you are forced to freeze your non existent balls off in this freezing weather with some bimbo >”You know….sugar cube corner is a long ways away and that snow is getting deeper.” “Y-yea ? So what?” >You try to speak but the cold is now cutting through you, making your teeth chatter as you walk side by side with femanon not wanting to be accused of looking at her ass again >Well you must be really cold by now, on top of that we still have a long way to go. You don’t want frostbite do you?” “No, but there ain't nothing you can do about it.” >She stops in place smirking >”I could carry you in my jacket.” “WHAT NO WAY! That would be humiliating!” >She just stands there, smirking, knowing how cold you are as you shiver at her feet >”So you would rather freeze instead of getting hot chocolate?” “W-well no but… >”But what?” >She's smirking at you, watching you squirm and shiver she’s mocking you with her smug aura “This is only for survival…okay? It’s not like I want to snuggle in your jacket.” >”Oh of course it is, it has nothing to do with wanting to nuzzle against my warm tummy right?” >She gets on her knees, the snow crunching under her as she unzips her puffy jacket tenderly picking you up and sliding you into her jacket before zipping it back up >Once inside you feel your little body warming up but not happy with the slow heat you reluctantly nuzzle against her warm body, your head nuzzling under her modest breasts making her squeeze you tight >YOu would never admit it but this was pretty comfy and hearing her heartbeat was super relaxing >”You okay in there?” >Her tone was smug but at this point you were just happy to be out of the snow “Of course im fine, why wouldn't I be fine yep Not humiliating at all.” >”Oh yea? Would you like to walk again? Nothing is keeping you in there. Just say the word and I’ll let you out. “NO! I mean um no it’s cold out and stuff I hate the snow.” >Pouting you think about how much you hate the snow as you try to ignore Femanon’s firm grip and her lovely breasts pressing against you making your cheeks burn once more.
>>144310 There's no fuckup, that faggot is just salty for whatever reason. The difference between a sociopath and a psychopath is that a psychopath is more likely to blend into normal society, that is to say, they're a more controlled sociopath, who is more open about their dysfunctional attitudes. Twiggy has a lack of empathy, whether that's due to an inherent dysfunction or the fact she has no real connection to Equestria, which is more likely because, duh, she's a mother, is up for debate.
Here's where I take things… the terms "psychopath" and "sociopath" are not medical terms. Both are used to describe the same disorder, which is called Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD). Colloquially, I have often heard the term "psychopath" refer to the more violent types, while "sociopath" refers to the more manipulative types. But either way, neither can be given a technical definition.
Twilight arguably doesn't have ASPD. She hasn't made murder into a habit, nor any other crimes. She's simply stopped giving a shit about the world she's in. Compared to the rest of the Earthlings, she had the most attachment to Earth. Anon was basically a loser back on Earth, and a somebody here. Lyra was a busker, and enjoys the adventure of being in another world. Coco was an old lady, and therefore didn't have much left on Earth. Blossom was a child, and so while she theoretically had the most to lose, she also had the greatest ability to adapt to change. Twilight was middle aged, had a family with children, a loving husband, and a well-paying job. Everything she worked to obtain, that she could reasonably have expected to keep for a few more decades, was ripped away from her overnight. Her problems with communists are, well I don't want to spoil too much, but completely unrelated to her current predicament.
>>144388 I was just making a shitpost about how filly kind of sounds like fillet, nothing more to it. Thank you for seeing this through, it's a much nicer art piece than my then sleep deprivation-addled brain deserved.
"I'm… sorry. I guess I'm just autistic or something." >"There you go again with that medical terminology."
"Look, can we just cuddle and make up or something? I don't think I really wanted to insult you; it was just the first thing that came to my mind." >"Do you want to talk about it? After dinner, of course. And preferably not where we have an audience."
She casts a glance over at Cadance, who seems to be snickering for some reason.
<"What, am I not allowed to enjoy a little drama with my meal? You two can get so cute at times." >"You really don't have anything better to do these days, do you?"
<"Not really. Ponyville's honestly a bit boring. It needs some entertainment."
You can almost taste the irony in the fact that just earlier today, you ended up sending off Pinkie Pie off to bring more ponies to Ponyville, when she could have played the part of Cadance's royal jester perfectly. But oh well, maybe the investment will be worth it, and the town will become a lot less boring for Cadance.
Your train of thought is interrupted by a pair of hooves wrapped around you. They're Twilight's. She seems to have finished her pizza while you're still nibbling away at the last of the crust. >"Hey you, want to talk?"
… >>144225 >You wait until her eyes flutter open. "H-how's the dugout, Slugger?" >She gives you a weak smile. >"Same old, same old. Thanks for saving my butt back there." "Hey, nobody is gonna do anything with your butt on my watch." >That gets a giggle out of the both of you. >"Did I miss much today in school?" "Just a math test, if you want to put any extra prep time into the concepts. If you don't mind me asking, how is your leg?" >"A little better, they told me I severed my…" >She looks over at a piece of paper on the nightstand. >"They cleaned it out and rushed me into surgery pretty quickly after you left. Told me I severed my dorsal artery." >Well, that would explain the loopiness, she must have been losing blood pretty quickly under that shitty makeshift bandage. >You honestly didn't look over at her leg while you were helping her, but based on your basic knowledge of anatomy you can say you made the right call helping her. >She pulls up the sheets, revealing a small line of staples. >"Probably won't be back in school for a few more days…" >Your ears droop a bit at that. >"Hey, cheer up. My dad knows Doctor Horse, so with a bit of string-pulling…" >She ruffles around under the sheets for a minute before she comes up with what she's looking for. >A small bottle of activated charcoal. "Oh my… thank you, League." >"Hey, what are friends for?" >You move in a little closer and give her a bit of a nuzzle. "I owe you one." >"F-word yeah, you do. I'm thinking maybe… doughnuts, as soon as I get out of here?" "You're fucking on." >She giggles a bit more at that. >"I think they're gonna be coming in with painkillers to knock me out in a few minutes, so unless you want to get kicked out you should probably leave." "Ha, no. Not until I can do this, at least." >Hopping up on the bed and being sure to mind her leg, you wrap your front hooves around her neck. >She returns the gesture, and the two of you just lie there like that until one of the staff actually does come in. >Same asshole nurse from before, actually. >"Hey kid, get out. She has to take her meds." >Planting a final quick peck on League's cheek, you hop off of the bed. "Bite me." >… >Well, the door is unlocked. >That's a welcome surprise. >You don't hear Purple anywhere nearby… >Input action.
>Anon gets turned filly by Twilight as punishment for being annoying. >Twilight thought it just turned his body filly but it turned his mind filly too. >Twilight gets annoyed at Anon calling her 'mommy' and stuff. >Teleports him to the badland where he won't be able to get out and things won't be able to get to him. >"Some alone time in a dark scary area should fix him." She thinks. >Little does she know Changlings started using the area as a transport line. >They find the crying filly and bring her back to seen what to do with her. >Chrysalis questions what a lone pony was doing so deep in the badlands. >Anon tells her that she was Twilight's but she got angry and sent her there. >For some reason Chrysalis feels sorry for her, knowing what it's like to be banished and hated. >Chrysalis takes mercy on her and decides to raise her as a honorary changling. >"A real pony spy could be useful." She tells the other lings. >But deep down she starts to actually care about her like a daughter.
You quickly finish up the rest of your pizza and stare Cadance in the eyes as you emphasize your next words
Twilight leads you down into your room and shuts the door behind you. She sits down on the bed, and offers you a spot next to her, where she promptly wraps a pair of hooves around you. >"Alright, so what's eating you, Anon? Is it the whole, 'throwing Fizzlepop out of a weather balloon' thing, or do you just not like spooks? I can understand if it's either of those."
This has been too long of a break between me putting out content, and sadly I have no excuse. I'm starting back up though, and I'm hopefully not going to have a break this long without a reason in the future. Anyway, where we last left Anon (>>143565), he and everyone else made it back to the castle and Spike learned about Chrysalis's arrival in Ponyville. After this, Spike indirectly insulted Emerald, and then Anon and Emerald decided to ditch him when they went outside. Let's see how that went for them! >You two walk around for a while, but eventually you get tired of not having a destination >You continue holding up your half of the conversation while thinking of possible endpoints, but not many ideas come to mind >You two could go check out the market and see if there's anything interesting there to look at >You two could go to the square and enjoy the fresh air from a more stationary position >Or, of course, you two could go to Sugarcube Corner and see if Pinkie's willing to give you two anything for free >Probably not that last one; goods and services always require payment >Maybe she'd be willing to get the payment from Twilight later…? >Nah, you'd rather not start racking up debt in another universe >The plastic jews of back home are bad enough to work around >Everything requires credit to buy, you need a credit card to have credit, et cetera, et cetera… >Why can't people just buy things with cash like they used to? >Oh well, that's not a problem here and hopefully never will become one >Well, you have your ideas in mind; time to see if Emerald's willing to go along with any of them >You wait for an appropriate break in the conversation to share your thoughts, and it comes soon enough "Hey, you wanna take this walk somewhere? I'm just asking because it's been bothering me that we don't have a destination." >"Sure, any preference? Or would you like me to choose?" "I have three different ideas in mind that I can tell you. If you don't like any, then you can choose." >"Okay, shoot." "Option 1 is that we could go to the market area and look at stuff there, option 2 is for us to go to the town square and do something there, and option 3 is to see if Pinkie will let us have anything for free at Sugarcube Corner." >Emerald pauses to think about what you've laid out >Or is she thinking about a possible counter to your ideas? >You're not sure >You eventually get the answer as Emerald gives her reply >"I'm sure there's enough time for us to do all 3 before we have to be back at the castle, so why not do that?" >Huh >A bit of both "Sure, anywhere you want to start?" >"Hm… Is any spot closer than any other?" >That's a good question, which spot is closer? >You know how to get to Sugarcube Corner the fastest, but it's definitely not closer than the market or the town square >The town square isn't as close as the market, but it's certainly easier to get to >Guess that should be the first destination "Town Square should be pretty good for a first stop, follow me." >You two resume your conversation as you walk off to the town square while you put your plan together for what's going to happen >First town square, then the market, and finally Sugarcube Corner >That should work fairly well >You two make it to the town square about halfway through a discussion about the finer points of theoretical physics and how neither of you knows anything about it and see that nothing much is happening there >Actually, scratch that >There's nothing cool or interesting happening >On top of that, there's no open benches to claim >Fug >All these other ponies must have had the same idea >Well, now that you two are here, you have to do something >Why? >Do you want to look stupid, or something? >I thought so >Emerald notices your hesitation upon seeing the scene before you and questions you about it >"What's up? Not what you expected?" "Honestly, yeah. I expected at least one open bench, but there aren't any and there's nothing else around here to do." >"Then I guess it's a good thing that you had two backups! Where to now?" "The next closest place is the market, hopefully we can find something cool there."
>>144632 >The path to the market area is a simple one to follow, but it's not the largest path >It also doesn't help that the afternoon sun is casting some suspicious shadows across the area >Oh well, it's not like Ponyville's particularly known for its crime rate >The rest of the walk to the market is pretty uneventful other than the topic of conversation changing from theoretical physics to theology >The market is much more interesting than the town square, though! >Colorful tents with all manner of things being sold, none of which you have the budget for! >At least you can look and keep track of things to pester Twilight about later >You two navigate through the masses of ponies doing some shopping, spending a few moments at each tent to see what's being sold there >You don't see anything that you absolutely can't live without, but you do see Emerald looking at some of the shinier objects >You don't blame her, shiny things are pretty eye-catching >Something does happen to catch your interest at another tent >There's a pony selling magnets >Not fridge magnets, either >Actual, powerful magnets >You have a few ideas of what you could do with those, but you're not sure how much of it can be done with your limited toolset and ability >You should probably convince Twilight to teach you how to use some of her tools at some point so you can see just what sorts of things you can abuse in a world of magic >Maybe you could build a functional hoof-held railgun that will do intended levels of damage to the target? >You can't use natural magnets for that, but natural magnets can be used for other things >You could use them to generate the electrical current necessary to charge the railgun, maybe? >That would certainly be an interesting concept, a railgun charged by a kinetic generator located in a saddle bag >If only you had the means, materials, and skills to make it happen >A man can dream, though >You two make it through the rest of the market in a timely manner without too many stops to stare longingly at certain things while remembering how much money you don't have >After this is the final stop before going back to the castle, Sugarcube Corner >Unfortunately, the previous conversation was completely lost as soon as you two entered the market, so a new topic is brought about >Theology wasn't something you could discuss to your full potential, anyway >Something tells you that Twilight wouldn't be too happy about you spreading the word of Jesus Christ across Equestria >Anyway, the new conversation topic happens to be mathematics >Oh boy, math >You know quite a bit about this due to your studies back in college, but you can't exactly discuss it very well >Luckily, Emerald catches you off guard with this topic by using it as an excuse to see what she missed in school >That's easy enough to explain! >She missed nothing, simple enough! >After you give her an overview of what she missed (well, what you paid attention to), the topic turns to other happenings at school >Again, nothing important >Well, you do mention that Ms. Cheerilee was a bit concerned about her >The topic takes another turn pretty soon after this, since there's not much left on this path >"I don't think I've asked about this yet, but what happened to your face? I didn't want to be rude earlier, but I'm still curious." "It's no problem; I just broke it on Wednesday. It should be all better in a few weeks, though." >"Oh, that's not too bad. It must've hurt though, I've learned some stuff about medicine and I've heard that breaking something is nasty business." "Yeah, it hurt pretty badly at first but it dulled down pretty quickly. The real problem was the fact that I couldn't breathe right, but that was fixed when the doctor set it back into place." >"That's good, I'm glad that this isn't a big problem for you." >The conversation turns towards medicine and what you both know/don't know about it as Sugarcube Corner draws closer >You two get there as the shadows start to lengthen even further >It's getting pretty close to night, you two may have to hurry
>>144633 >Time shouldn't be too much of a problem though, since Sugarcube Corner is pretty empty >Because of this, it comes as a bit of a surprise to see Ponk almost immediately pop up behind the counter <"Heya, Nonny! What can I do for ya?" >You two head over to the counter and sit on a pair of stools before you put your plan to the test "Well, I'm not sure how much you can help out with this, but we kinda wanted something. However, we remembered that we don't have any money on us and it's too long a trip to go back and get some, so we were hoping that there was something for free." >There's no way this will work >Nonetheless, you and Emerald both put on your best poker faces to see what'll happen <"Huh, it's pretty funny that you ask, because I just finished a 'Get Well Soon' cake for ya! Twilight told me about what happened, and I know it's not fun at all. Well, I actually got a cast when I broke something when I was little so all my sisters got to sign it; that was pretty fun! But the rest of it wasn't and it hurt pretty bad, so I thought I should do something for you to help you feel better!" >Did that seriously just happen? >Holy shit it worked >A look of genuine surprise crosses your face as Pinkie walks back towards the kitchen <"I'll go get it, be back in a sec!" >You look towards Emerald, who meets your gaze >You shrug and both of you work to suppress some pleasantly surprised laughter as Pinkie comes back with a box in a bag >After placing it on the counter, she pushes it over in your direction <"It's all in there! Feel free to eat it here, but you can always bring it home if you can't. Hope you feel better!" >With this last note, Pinkie returns to what she was doing before you two came in >Now that you have a better view behind the counter, you can see that she's actually cleaning the floor >Also looks like she's trying to find every last piece of dirt to sweep away >You turn back to Emerald who's looking at your newfound prize >"So, what should we do with this?" "I don't know about you, but I don't think Twilight or your mom would appreciate it if we ate an entire cake before dinner." >"Yeah, that's reasonable; Let's take it back to the castle." >You pick up the cake and follow Emerald out of Sugarcube Corner, making it back to the castle as the last few rays of sun finally darken
>>144617 Well, asides from the fact that Fizzlepop wasn't a communist, she was an innocent filly simply occupied by a communist. She's CIA, come on now, she must realise all CIA operatives carry a certain stigma. [ 1d100 = 9 ]
>>138090 >You spend quite a while just kissing each other, enjoying every second you're next to her. >After about the sixth time, she opens her eyes and looks at you. >"Not that I don't love this, but you think we could eat, now?" "My thoughts exactly. With how much of that cinnamon roll you threw up, I could imagine being pretty hungry." >"Hey fuck off, I got close, alright?" "But not close enough, my little filly." >You boop her muzzle, and her cheeks heat up a little. >"Whatever, f-faggot…" >She spins around, but still stays on you, pressing her back against you. >Your left hand moves over and gently rubs her belly, and your free hand goes for the nearest untouched carrotdog. >The first bite is like porn, it's been too long since you've been to this place. >After all of the vegetarian shit you've dealt with, it's nice as hell to finally have something like this. >Well, you mean it's still a carrot on a bun, but this guy is a wizard in his craft. >Whatever he adds onto these things, it tastes exactly like a normal hot dog because of it. >Just, a little crunchier. >But oh lord man, hot dogs. >You eat together in a comfortable silence, the dick still nestled safely inside your filly, who herself has this big, beaming smile on her face while she eats. >Though surprisingly, it's not long until you finally start to get full. >You chalk it up to the coffee, but you're barely able to make your way through the second carrotdog. >She just absolutely wrecks them though. >finishes off the third you couldn't take more than a few bites from, and absolutely wrecks the other three. "Man, you're still hungry?" >"Mate, I don't think you realize how fucking much I love these carrotdogs." "Shit, I think I'll be able to tell when you start getting pudgy." >She scrunches at you, and you use both your hands to gently pinch her belly. "But ain't nothing wrong with a little cushion for the pushin'." >"N-no you!" >You gently slide out of her and she stands on the seat. "Lemme go get some more of em for you. Any idea how many you want?" >"-As many as he's made." >That look in her eye tells you she's not joking. >In fact it scares you a little. >Good thing you're not a carrotdog. >You realize you've been showing off the dick during your train of thought, and you zip up quickly before walking over. >The stallion's not sleeping anymore, but making more carrotdogs to add onto the pile. >Without having to say anything, he turns around and notices when you're near. >"Heyo, needing more dogs? How many?" "Uh, well in her words, not mine, 'as many as he's made'." >He chuckles. >"Man, that filly of yours sure's got an appetite on her!" "Yeah I'll say. She ate four of the footlongs." >Another laugh comes out of him, and he levitates another six over to you. >"Oh hay, might as well take them all, I might have made a lot more than I can sell for today!" >You watch a few bags levitate, and dozens of carrotdogs are piled into each, then dropped in front of you. >You're left with four bags. >Fucking hell. >You mean, at least you're getting your bits worth here, it was kind of a lot to convince him to close. >But holy shit, this is easily months worth of fucking carrotdogs. "Shit, uh, ok, thank you!" >"Anytime my friend!" >You give him a small salute and carry the bags over to your filly. >She eyes them and grins. >"Holy shit, how many's in there?!" >You place the bags down and she waste's no time looking into them. >Though it's kinda difficult because they're as damn tall as her. >At least he gets good enough catering business to need huge ass bags like this. >"Oh my FUCK, that's a lot of fucking carrotdogs!" "Yeah, and even with how much you like them, I know you won't finish all of these. So how's about we take them and head out?" >She nods, so you respond with the same and head back over to the tent. "So thanks for the weeks worth of carrotdogs, we're going to be heading out now, take care!" >"Of course, goodbye my friend, hope to see you soon!" >You walk a little faster towards the table, swinging your jacket over your shoulder and picking the bags up. >Your filly wastes no time jumping onto you and holding on, and you begin the journey home with this huge fucking batch of carrotdogs. >Though the weight of them are of no concern to you. >As you start walking back towards your home, you can feel your heart starting to race a little. >"Hehe, you're so out of shape, how heavy could those things really be?" "Heavier than you, that's for sure." >"Pffft, do you even lift, faget?" >You speed up a little more as you find your street, glad to know that she doesn't suspect anything. >Everything seems to be falling right into place… >You just hope it stays that way…
>we’re arriving in the city after travelling for a long time in Anon's world, in a country every human calls America. Both claimed as the most advanced, and the most fucked shithole in existence. >Me, Diamond Tiara, Discord, and Anon. >We’ve been travelling for a long time, days, and learned magic on our own, among other things. >By an unprecedented course of events and treasons even, we found out a way to neutralize Discord’s annoying powers by locking him into a young earth colt, a cute gray male pony, and Diamond used one of the spells we stole to Twilight allowing us three, except Discord of course to be some kind of proto-unicorn fillies. This is fun, but not the top. >We are still testing out our freshly acquired powers; and realize I’ll never be Twilight Sparkle, or even, able to get even the average kind of magic, but we have that, which is better than nothing, and to be honest with you, more than we need. >During our trip we liked to stop by some place and shoot at things, just for the fun! >Now we’re looking around, in the streets, driving Anon’s car. Because yes, in this world he’s got a few things left… >And a lot of things gone too. His family, his only friend, his money and certainly, his future. >Diamond’s looking at the humans, with a disgusted look, humans fighting other humans, throwing bottles filled with gasoline, and others throwing teargas, lot of police cars, well, lot of stupid humans jumping on them too. >streets being on fire, shops burning, helicopters busy controlling the crowd… >Discord is smiling on the back of the car, looking at humans being crazy; as we still avoid this mess. >Anon’s looking at him, not amused “What? There you see what it’s like to live in this world, welcome to L.A! Just as fucked as usual. Why are you smiling like that, Mr. Cord?” >Discord: “Anon, you’re claiming yourself being some kind of hero, in fact it applies to all of you, but look, isn’t that wonderful? Look at the pleasure this cop is hitting on this guy! Or these teenagers who are repeating the slogans they got taught on Tumblr! Why aren’t you going with them? Choose a side, I can make you a human you know…” >Anon: “Shut up. Every word coming out of your mouth screams teen angst. This form suits you best. Should get you one of these anarchy, Che Guevara or whatever commie t-shirts.” >Discord’s grinning. “Mind you I really enjoyed that police patrol car and uniform, that’s just cute, how the humans look at you, imagine how proud your father would be to see his ki” >Diamond Tiara is giving him a last cold warning: “For Celestia’s sake. Shut up Discord, you’re trying to search Anon’s breaking point using psychology tricks, but if you say one more thing I swear I am the one who is going to kill you for even trying to divide us. We’re out of Equestria’s jurisdiction, I’m a unicorn bully, and a diagnosticized sociopath, I could kill you, right now, and not feel a thing! You know what? Even Twilight ordered me to! This is why she made me grow this horn first, not because I deserve it, but because I am the only one here who would not hesitate to use it for its original purpose! Kapisch?” >Discord gasped for a second. >I’m surprised how she evolved from being a bully, who would have had enjoyed to see Discord destroying Anon… to pointing her loaded horn on his direction. >I hope she won’t do this, afterall, the tank of this machine is filled with an explosive liquid. >Yep, a liquid so precious it causes wars in the humans’ world. Lot of wars, especially with the arabs. And the jews, as always. >I’m looking at the map, giving her some directions and we’re heading close to our destination. A large building, visibly secured by police trucks, and private security. >Anon: “See? This means there’s someone important in there. That might be our guy Celestia wanted.” >look at the scroll with the location, ‘Mr Shadow’ >Discord’s laughing again: “You’re going to die there, do you know that?” “Why? Do you know this Mr Shadow, Discord? You was supposed to kill him according to this list, and his friends, as a gift for Princess Celestia, will you do this? Because this is one of our priority, we’re just here to find out about humans, me, an analyst, Anon, as a consultant and Diamond, as a sociologist.” >Discord: “Who knows! I don’t kill no ponies, or humans or anything, despite the threats. If cute fluffy things dies or have died by accident it’s not my fault. This is what lawyers have stated and got me a thousand years locked inside of myself, but I’m glad I didn’t choose death.” >Anon: “You lost your mind for sure.” >Discord: “That alone was worth it” >we managed to park the car a few meters from there, and found out a working strategy to enter the old building that looks more like, a palace, or some kind of a temple. Fancy. >Anon: “Okay this is a creepy place.” >Diamond is keeping Discord on sight, ensuring he doesn’t dares doing a bad move this time >We’re sneaking on the building, using some magic and other tricks, playing it like commando >The building itself looks empty. The deeper we get in the stranger it goes. >Anon’s looking at statues of younger humans being raped by some anthropomorphic goat creature. >Anon: “How is this kind of stuff even legal? Ah yeah, must be some pedo billionaire owning it.” >again, that symbol on top of the doors, a triangle, compass. “It might mean this is a masonic temple, according to the map this is a quite recent place in comparison to those built in Europe, but by the same group of people, which makes sense, they might have been builders and architects who suddenly decide to organize a global conspiracy… Humans are strange, Anon!” >Anon is staring at me “stop talking. You’re weird.” >Anon said I was weird~!
>>144712 >Diamond : “Maybe Discord will tell us more, afterall you’ve been there before! Tell us more John!” >Anon: “Try, try turning the floor into lava now! What you gonna say? Your human friends aren’t waiting for you to worship… That’s a false info, either there’s nobody here, either we could wait for them and put in a trap.” >I’m hearing some humming noise, we’re using our horns like light sources but there’s not even the moonlight or even electricity. “Hush, just one second.” >Anon: “What was that?” >Diamond: “Maybe the wind. You know, old houses always makes all kind of noises.” >Anon: “I’d like Discord to tell us more and talk usefully and honestly this time. Diams, please…” >She’s stunning the young pony Discord on Anon’s request. >Discord: “So rude!” >Anon: “Who lives in here? This place is a temple, tell me more.” >Discord: “You realized! Fine, humans worship some kind of demi-god, an old friend of mine for centuries and centuries, you should observe some respect Anon. You’re a human remember?” >Anon: “Is this a trap?” >a voice out of nowhere, chilling, like coming from the ground itself. “You have entered my realm.” >Who? What was that? Is this place haunted or is this some top notch stereo with some idiot with a microphone tricking us? >Anon’s looking scared, Discord is even more confident, and we are setting ourselves ready to attack. >Something is coming to us, we all can feel it. The whole room’s darkness is moving, it’s like, whatever is coming on our direction is not emitting light, but a strange dark matter slowly forming a shape. >The shadow from my hoof on the floor is brighter, if physics makes sense this thing would emit antiphotons which is impossible… The opposite of light. >Maybe a form of magic I never encountered.
>Anon’s showing out some fortitude, as always, exemplary. “Mr Shadow, I presume? We’ve brought you some company, hope you don’t mind we invited ourselves!” >Diamond, smirking “Your security is also the worst I’ve seen from humans so far. Come on show yourself, don’t be afraid we won’t hurt you.” “I like your kitchen! Or living room!” >Mr. Shadow is slowly forming itself, and finally isn’t a human, but some kind of dragon? Bipedal anthro with hooves and hands. >Anon is staring at the figure with a terrified look, barely able to breathe “It …can’t be.. ” “It can’t be what?” >An old creature, a goat with human breasts and arms is looking down on us. >The creature is marching silently, with an eerie ambience surrounding him, a dark aura.
>A lot of symbols including a large star circled appears all around the creature, looks like those were encrusted in the floor. For an entrance that’s quite a success. >The creatures eyes are shining red as we start distinguishing its face more clearly. >Again, I’m not sensing much of a threat to open fire, unlike Anon, who is more scared than determined to engage this potential goatmorph enemy. Because yes, it’s definitively a female, uhm… hermaphrodite goat! >I can’t help but laugh, still avoid to. >Anon finally finds the force to scream and say something, like, it’s something obvious in his world and we are supposed to know. “It’s fucking SATAN! The fucking devil!” >Anon’s overreacting as I look again… A winged goat, with breasts, and some kind of candle on the head or some magic crown thing. >Diamond’s mocking the creature: “Humans worshipping a furry hermaphrodite, now? How original, but what else to expect from one of Discord’s friends?” “Maybe it’s looking for trash to eat!” >The creature doesn’t look amused as it stands in front of us. >Baphomet: “I am Baphomet” “You are Baphomet. See, Anon? He is Baphomet.” >Diamond: “Xeer can talk and say its name! Incredible, and so edgy!” >Discord sighs, and we apparently have annoyed this character, making a disappointed face like he’s probably feeling important, compensating the fact he’s been one of the most ridiculous monster we might have encountered since Tirek. >Anon is insisting for us to get out of here. “Why? Do you know this guy, Anon?” >Anon: “Yes, it’s fucked. We go now, we can’t fight this thing if it’s real.” >Diamond: “Yeah remember, it was described in the whole… Masonic cult, the Illuminati, human history, sacrifices, global elites and this group of human knights, the Templars, accused of worshipping him. and the Opus Dei too, who once… well, it was a long time ago, well, yeah, I think this is our enemy. I mean, I never believed in this whole bullshit… but I think it’s not that much of an obstacle.” “It looks pissed, we won’t even need magic for this one, putting it back in its place and get him to kill self, that’s all.” >it’s looking at Discord, still in the form of a colt. >Baphomet : “Discord. It has been ten centuries.” >Discord: “Stop reminding me how fast time flies… I’m looking younger, no? Ah wait.” >He’s snapping his fingers, and in the blink of an eye he retrieved his normal, dragonesque appearance. Like that. >No this isn’t a good new. “Hey!” >Anon: “what the fuck!” >We’re stepping a bit away from him. >I’m keeping him on sight, my horn pointed to him. Diamond’s doing the same with the hermaphrogoat. >Diamond and myself are kind of worried, we’re looking at eachother. >Anon don’t get it anymore: “YOU! Uh… You were faking it all this time?” >Discord: “Of course! it was amusing to test you, fillies! I also told you how you would regret everything you have done to me as a colt!”
“So in a sense wasn’t that what you wanted? Getting bullied? Humiliated?” >Diamond: “No shit he enjoyed it, he’s a fucko you know. And I bet he did all that to fuck this goat thing.” >Discord: “You’re all so naïve that makes you fillies so cute! Now excuse me my job here is done, I got rid of you three, especially anon. Also you won’t need those anymore!”
>>144713 “You piece of shit!” >Discord’s using a spell on me as I was ready to shoot him. My horn's gone before I could shoot him. >I’m feeling like, you know when you’re coughing, but just can’t. Looking at the sunlight directly. This * 100. It’s like the energy I charged for this attack just got dissipated inside of me. >Anon’s not loosing a quarter of a second and shoots him. >Baphomet remains silent, observing us, Diamond keeps her horns pointed at him/her/whatever, but have no idea since Discord is also a threat. >Discord dodged Anon’s attack, responding with another spell changing him into an earth filly. “It’s even cuter when you’re fighting back! But alas you know, my friend here don’t like ponies, he prefers little humans. Hmm.” >He’s snapping again, and here we go again. >We’re humans again. At least, me and anon. Diamond’s using a magical shield. >Discord looks annoyed and tries again, without any effect. >Diamond: “Anon! Spoon! Are you okay?” >I’m making her a sign that everything is fine despite I forgot how they manage to stand up like this. Even Anon seems to have forgot how to stand on two paws. >Anon’s getting back up. “The fuck I’m a guy again! WHY ARE WE NAKED?” >I’m looking at him, as he’s anatomically correct, but despite being always clotheless as a filly, his only objections occurs presently. “We’ll skin him and make some clothes out of him eventually, Anon!” >Anon: “urgh, not even.” >Diamond: “Discord, if you do one more thing I’m killing your tranny friend. I’m not kidding.” >Discord: “Not even in your weirdest dreams, I just owed him something a long time ago, so here we go.” >Anon: “What? You… planned this since the beginning? You son of a bitch!” >He’s rushing at Discord and starts punching him. >Discord: “Oh hey! I just had a debt to him. It’s an old story, oh but you might have read all that…” >He’s turning to me >Discord: “in the books you have stolen to Twilight didn’t you? I didn’t even knew what kind of trick you’ve been using, that was intelligent, but not smart generally.” >I feel like shit, being there. With not only a goat-taur but not having been able to use magic, we are just slow at knowing how to summon a shield and if it works… >Anon’s looking at me, blushing, and embarrassed. “Okay what was that? Do you plan to ally with the devil” >Discord: “Baphomet. Not the devil or Satan, Baphomet.” >Anon: “Whatever, your plan was to make him your ally and do what? Take over my world?” >Discord: “And the ponies’s world too of course! The humans have killed their Gods but not their demons, it’s totally natural and it’s been so since a long time!” >Clearly we all feel dumb here, and powerless. >Discord’s walking around the room. “I had a long lasting contract with Baffy here, and I think we can work together. Like I said, I’ll bring some chaos in this world, and he’s going to be in charge of bringing the order.” >Anon: “And how exactly are you going to plan this? The world is already a big fucking mess like that! You remind me of Doctor Evil threatening to destroy the ozone layer!” >Baphomet’s smirking, and using some kind of spell, illuminates the room. Or uses some spell that ignites a lot of torches…. >revealing we were not only five creatures in there. >There is a LOT of humans in there, around us, wearing black hoodies with a red pentagram. >the humming noise we could perceive was just them all around us, meditating, with chains, daggers… >And they are closing to us. >Anon: “Whoa, what the …” >Anon’s looking at me, worried. >I’m preparing to fight, even Diamond Tiara no longer knows where to point her horn at, with so many targets. “This is clearly a trap, but it was expected coming from you.” I’m not even angered at this monster, we should have took extra precautions after all. >Discord: “Nah it isn’t a trap, just some little ceremony. These people do worship the creature you have been mocking and insulting since the past five minutes just like you ponies worship Celestia, so… imagine” >Anon: “You mong! This guy is the evil incarnate, don’t you have a fucking SOUL?” >Diamond’s stepping away from the beast, talking to the crowd of hooded humans “I don’t care about what you freaks are planning here but I’ll have you know that we’re going to kill every single one of you! And I regret nothing about calling this thing a creepy furry herm. Is that your demigod? Look at yourself, you look pathetic, what have you accomplished?” >Baphomet’s frowning. “I will force you to observe your friends being sacrificed to my glory” >Two humans are approaching us, and Diamond’s zapping one of them, with a burst of magic disintegrating his leg. >Others are bringing him back in the darkness as he’s screaming out in pain, all of the crowd is now keeping their distances. >Diamond:”I… I have warned you! What kind of demi-god would let one of his faithful subjects getting shot in front of them?” >Except now Baphomet’s using some kind of curse, overriding Diamond’s shield magic. >She didn’t plan this, as she just finds out. >Baphomet: “Mortals are here to serve me and not the opposite, and they will. I sense a lot of ambition in you, you could become one of my subjects.” >I’m rushing at the beast, trying to buck him but he’s himself surrounded by some energy. I’m just hurting myself, being a human has little to none advantages, even the vision field is reduced, being annoying and disorienting. >The creature managed to push me back like nothing and Diamond Tiara’s more pissed, still trying all she can do to attack the beast now. >A few humans are fighting with Anon. >Some are taking off their hoodie >Discord just left, we didn’t keep track of him and enjoyed this moment of confusion with the zombies around us.
>>144714 >An human’s capturing me and puts me next to Anon, on a black marble rock. >Anon: “It’s insane I think I know most of the people in this room, the guy over there on the corner. Georges Soros, and that other guy … shit I forgot, but he’s in the government. The map didn’t lie, we just were doing it wrong.” >There’s even younger ones >Some human anouncer. “Be ready to behold the great architect, our lord the Goat of Mendes, lord Baphomet!” >Diamond’s trying to zap the beast with not a lot of success. “Anon! Do something!” >Anon: “I would! If you were less arrogant and just shot while you could!” >I’m trying to escape but they’re tougher than me. > Lot of people are observing. It’s pretty hard to move when there’s one guy forcing you down. >They’re starting to play some gloomy music, and some guy is reciting some text in an unknown language, followed by all of the crowd in unison. >They’re asking their goat king-princess to bring them the order that will reign over the world for a good thousand of years, more worshipping bullshit, stuff about blood… looks like they like talking about it. >Anon’s next to me “I really have a bad feeling about this! You got an idea SilverSpoon?” >Baphomet’s starting to take some pose, levitating behind us, observing the ceremony where two teenagers are being presented to him/her whatever. But still proud of himself. >As the people like De Rothschild, Soros, Kissinger are getting too old, there’s a bunch of younger initiated members in the room getting instructed and approved by the goat thing. >Indeed, this ceremony is about the transfer of power from a current dying generation to a new one, a bunch of selected brats determined to rule Anon’s world, through politics, media and banks. >Diamond’s kind of exhausted trying hard to fight the goat monster: “Anon, Silver! I know what I’m going to try something!” >Baphomet: “Silence, insignificant being.” >He’s throwing Diamond Tiara down the floor like an insect. >Hermaphrogoat is kind of busy with his ceremony, but I can see that expression in Diamond Tiara, getting back up, a bit hurt, still like “I have an idea” or when she’s about to destroy somepony. >She’s back on her four hooves, points her horn at the beast, yells something.
>The beast is turning back, and the time is like frozen, or highly slowed down. >the room is dark again, everything in my vision field is getting dark. >All I can see is a text. Like; an imprinted image of a manuscript. >“TriForce protocol – Surtrhugr deployment. [Execute] [Abort]” >I can’t move or look anywhere else, just try to understand why I see this, it looks like it’s hoofwritten by Twilight. >There’s already something that looks like a gem that just got illuminated. I now remember the gems Twilight incrusted in our bodies, they are still there. This is what’s activating the portal to Equestria, right? Or something else? >I’m deciding to choose [Execute] >Yep that’s a security check to avoid leaving Diamond Tiara the only control over the spell Twilight allowed her to use to destroy Discord in case of. >And Diamond’s about to use it against Baphomet. >Even if the time is almost stopped, I need to take a decision. At this point I’m not risking anything. Yes, confirm. >All three gems illustrated, a red, a green and a blue one. It’s like sleep paralysis but I know I’m awake. [Surthugr deployment confirmed.] >I’m blacking out, and time’s getting back to normal. I’m breathing again, still kept on that block of concrete by the satanist cult members. >Diamond’s behind us with eyes closed, did that work? >Anon: “You had this thing too? Is she really going to use the spell Twilight planned to use against discord?” >Some priest in hoodie “In the name of the lord of darkness…” >Baphomet is contemplating the bullshit humans are starting, some with daggers are coming to us. There’s a smell of sulfur, but Diamond doesn’t seems to care, she’s focusing on her target now, levitating, floating in the middle of the room. >I feel some energy flowing in me too, and it’s like, cancelling Discord’s spell that transformed me into a filly.. human back to a pony. >Looks like this magic spell made us kind of painful as the humans keeping us could no longer handle us. Interesting. >Anon: “Sweet, we’re flying now” >Baphomet realizes he no longer have any control on her. “You are not a God!” >Despite having her eyes closed it’s like she can track him, she keeps pointing her horn at the hermaphrodite goat. >The two guys with daggers are stepping back, worried about what’s going on. Others are shouting “Don’t interrupt the procedure! Our lord needs this sacrifice! Get the children.. whatever these are, back down” >Baphomet: “This is foolish. I am eternal! You’re betraying the alicorns! You’re betraying a whole civilization, you are betraying the gods!” >Diamond Tiara remains silent. “Celestia will judge Discord, We have judged you already. You have brought torment to this world for too long.” >There’s a beam of energy around me, Anon and Diamond. >Anon’s singing some song “She’s the last uuunicooorn” >Everybody panics as the building begins to disintegrate, and debris are cluttering the door. >Baphomet: “I am amongst the last gods to reign on this world.” >Anon is fluttering around the goat-thing-with-a-candle-on-the-head: “Well you were scary in my books but now, look at you, three ponies, oh that… How are you going to recover?” >I’m grinning “Oh and next we’ll do Discord for the fun” >Diamond: “Tell me… Did Celestia or somepony ban you from Equestria to this world?” >Baphomet’s still looking confident. “My existence precedes Equestria or the human civilization. My existence will also be there when it will end.”
>>144716 [soundtrack] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jmk5frp6-3Q >Discord’s back, checking what’s going on down there with a crowd of humans staring helpless: “Hey what is going on here? Oh shit. Oh shit, okay Diamond you calm down, it was a joke! Diamond baby, chill, everybody calm down! okay? Let’s go back to Equestria right now and we’re going to make cookies!” >Anon’s laughing in spite of the situation and more hearing Discord’s miserable attempt to just, do anything supposedly useful. >Discord trying to pass through the crowd of cultists and calm down the situation, and removes the hoodie from two younger humans: “Look Anon! I brought you David Hogg and Emma Gonzales! You three can bully them if you want! Right Diamond? NOW STOP THIS!” >Gonzales: “Aren’t you supposed to be one of our allies?” >Discord: “Lesson number one, nopony is my ally.” >Some men are yelling to stop us but they are too much busy praying their goat. >Anon: “You fools, don’t you know we are the only real divinities here?” >Discord’s looking at us. “you two, could you, um. Please not start a fight against, like, the child of Satan himself? You may be in trouble you know!” >Anon: “Uh.. man, I have a better idea, what about you just go fuck yourself?” >Discord: “You…” He’s angrily throwing David Hogg in his ceremonial costume against one of the walls, his face redecorating the wall, same for the skinhead. “You’re really a bunch of brats given too much power by an insane unicorn!” >We’re circling the demon, also protecting himself with some kind of aura. >I’m looking at DiamondTiara one last time. >Diamond: “Energy transfer is done, get out of here I’m taking care of it” >Anon: “Are you sure you’re going to make it? Bet we’re going to have to bring you back from coma again.” >Diamond: “You better do! I wouldn’t give my life to this world, but I can do it so why not?” >Discord’s doing his best to convince us. “Alright, it’s over, what about we all calm down and change our plans? You know, friendship? Look at these people down here and think one second, think… what would Twilight do? What would Celestia say about all this?” >The cult members are echoing the name “Baphomet” >Discord: “You know, we could together make this world a better place instead of fighting! Right?” >Anon: “He’s still pathetic.” >A blastwave of energy makes us fly away, and we end up stuck on the border of what once, was a roof. >Neither Anon or me seems to enjoy height. >Diamond doesn’t seems impressed or even having much of a reaction. She’s giving the beast a cold stare, effortlessly and calmly she whispers “Die.” >a burst of energy goes through the goat creature, becoming a pillar of plasma, disintegrating instantly all of the members of the sect in the building, liquefying the floor, stairs, walls, while Discord is trying to escape, but being also hit >George Soros and others are being burned alive by the heatwave of Diamond’s attack. >Baphomet’s doing his best to counter the attack. The motherfucker is tougher than we thought. >Diamond’s giving it all, and well, so we do. >Baphomet: “You could have made a choice. Your Gods are far away, and the gods have turned away from this world a long time ago. This world is all mine, and will remain mine! Not yours. This is in the nature of its inhabitants… Join me, you will become immortals!” >Diamond’s just focusing on concentrating the attack >Our energy is decreasing, and Baphomet knows he’s going to survive, as the darknesses are surrounding us. >Something else is happening. >I’m looking behind, and there, some ghostly figures, humans riding huge ponies are rushing from the sky. >They’re wearing capes, with a cross, axes, armors… >I must be hallucinating, I think I gave Diamond too much of my energy. >One of them wears a symbol I recall on his shirt, that’s exactly like Celestia’s cutie mark! >Anon: “Shit, who are these cowboys?” “You see them too?” >They’re coming on our side. >One of them is pointing his sword in direction of the beast. >Knight: “Sus, mes preux compagnons! Mort à la bête!” >The leader of the group and the rest are pointing their sword in direction of Diamond Tiara, a beam of magic energy surrounds her. >This is pretty epic. >Diamond look like being on full charge >She’s giving the beast one last hit, and the beast starts disintegrating, carbonizing Baphomet's followers one by one into some kind of concentrated nuclear fire, illuminating the sky, shining like a Sun.
>the sky is turning red, storming, as the herm goat keeps disintegrating, disappearing, it’s like it was made of a thousands of demons escaping in the flames, thrown into the sky, and the screams of a million tortured souls can be heard as the remains gets vaporized. >The spell ends, leaving nothing around but a building in the middle of a city, with a hole in the clouds. >The darkness is now absolute. Not a sound, not a noise. >No power anywhere, just a clear, starry sky with northern lights of plenty hues. Red, orange, purple… >The …ghost knights are looking at it, one of them is looking at Anon. >Anon: “…Holy shit, I must be dreaming.” >Knight: “You hath shown courage, little one, what is your name?” >Anon: “Anon.” >The knight hands him his sword. “You three, I shall name you members of the order of templars. This is yours now, take care of it.” >Anon: “Deus vult!” >The beareded knight is laughing, approving, and all in unison: “DEUS VULT!” >They’re going away just like they appeared. >Anon’s grabbing the shiny sword and is putting it around his neck. “One sure thing, this thing is real.” “Those are the friendliest ghosts I ever encountered.” >On the other side, something slowly falling down. >Anon: “Look over there, It’s DiamondTiara! Hurry!” >About the time, sweet Celestia Almighty…
>>144719 >Diamond’s slowly landing in the middle of the street like a leaf or a feather that just hit the ground, eyes closed, with what looks like a pair of glowing wings, same for her horn… one second after she hits the ground, both her wings and horn disappears. >We’re rushing to rescue her, finding her unconscious, there, in the middle of all the blocks of concrete and broken cars and things… >Anon: “I told ya!” >Im always worried “Is she okay Anon?” >Anon: “Of course, knocked as usual. We gotta get out of here.” >He’s picking Diamond Tiara on his back and gets me to carry the sword the ghost of the Templars gave him. >The lights of the city, and power are slowly coming back. >Out of the ruins, we notice Discord, slowly marching, kicking in some debris away. he survived; but wounded. >The draconequus’s laughing. “Never, ever make a plan, all plans are meant to fail! I told him! But no you got killed! Killing the son of Satan himself why the hell not? QUESTRIAAAAA~ FUCK YEAH!” >Anon’s looking at him, being even more insane than usual. >I’m grabbing the medieval sword, unsheating it partly, a sign that usually say “stop. I’m armed.” >There’s a moment of silence as Discord notices Anon carrying DT. >Discord: “Oh. How’s she doing?” >Anon: “She gave her life… There’s nothing we can do.” >Discord’s quieter than usual. >His expression changes from “I’m crazy” to “Ah shit”. He can’t even look into our direction. >We’re leaving. Heading to his car. Discord don’t deserve to know the truth, we’re leaving him in this shithole alone with himself and his remorses.
>I’m still checking after her, she’s comatose but she made it. >Diamond: “Do you know…if we’re going back to Ponyville?” “Yes. Yes we do, this time the portal should be open again. You need sleep.” >Diamond: “I’m tired but I’m also hungry. We made it?” >Anon: “You know, you killed Baphomet, the antechrist in person. No idea about Discord he just moved away. He’s gonna have a lot of time to think about his mistakes. Go back to sleep.” >And Diamond’s falling asleep again. That's cute. Knowing we just did eliminate what Anon claimed to be a fucking demon. But Equestria is full of this kind of creatures, humans just don't know how to deal with them. >Hours of road later, we’re reaching the portal, activating it with magic.
“Not missing anything Anon?” >Anon: “Too many things. But I know the world will now be different, without these fuckers. Still, the past is the past. I still think my life there is over. Even if we made it a bit better …the human being is what it is.” >We’re slowing down, going through the portal, detecting us since we still have gems inside of us, with Diamond on the back of the seat.
In a blink of an eye, we reach the other side, different season, different climate. We’re in the middle of the Everfree, in winter, -15C. Anon’s trying to activate the heating with his hooves. “Drive, I’m taking care of that.” >Yes, Anon is doing his best to drive his car with hooves, it's not impossible. But I wish I could have picked one… >We’ve been following one of the path which, a while later leads us to a road outside the Everfree, in direction of Ponyville. Not stopping, ever, knowing how dangerous this place is. >About 20Km later, but driving very carefully in the snow we finally made it. >Anon: “I’m going to check Twilight, wanna come with me or do you want me to bring you home?” “I… I think I'm coming with you. Just in case there's things to clarify, also we will agree there's a lot of things Twilight or nopony needs to know.” >Anon: “okay.” >Entering in Ponyville, there's only one city with a name like that in all Equestria. >He’s parking his Audi right in front of Twilight’s castle. >Yep she’s in here. >We're exhausted, but some ponies are intrigued at the strange iron machine on wheels. >Twilight seems quite happy tonight, they're having some kind of party in her castle. >She's also glad to see we made it safely, Diamond's grumblings as she's being moved out. >The unicorn mare brings her in one of the rooms of the castle, all of the Mane six are here. >Rarity's still looking at Anon and Diamond woith knives on her eyes. The others just have no idea. >Pinkie is asking us how was our travel, but oh wait… >Apparently they did had some adventure too, had to repell an invasion of some kind of pirates while we were away, saving Canterlot and the princesses. Lot of things have changed in there. >Spike: “We defeated Storm King, he’s now totally dead and the whole world will know peace!” “That's amazing! You saved Equestria!” >I'm being sarcastic, but smiling and quite good at this. >Twilight: “Yes, and I learned a lot about myself and my friends. That was certainly the first time we travel so far, for so long, across Equestria and other countries, we met the hippogryph…”
“They met the hippogryphs! What was the last creature we met already?” >Anon: “After that spawn of Satan himself, and ghosts…an army… yeah” >Spike:“Oh Anon, you never change!” >As usual, Twilight is a nonstop flow of words, but finally she started to ask >Twilight:“So, what about you? How was your trip?” >Anon's explaining the situation of his world and who really was Discord and what was his plan. >Twilight:“Yes that's Discord, he's always been like this, Anon. I'm also sorry but we had to lock the portal for security reasons, well it was an order from Celestia, … long story but humans also happened, we offered them as slaves to some brib pirates.” >Anon:“Twilight, Discord wanted to ally with Baphomet, a monster, the spawn of Satan himself!” >Twilight:“What? Bapho…” >Anon:“Met. A goa-” >Twilight's taking me and Anon on a spare room >She's locking the door behind her as Glimmer was also invited and a bit curious. No one really trust Glimmer.
"It's the CIA thing. I don't really care if you throw communists out of aircraft. In fact, the next time you're planning on doing that, invite me so I can help." >"Well, I don't think the same trick is going to work on Fizzlepop twice, and I don't know of any other communists in Equestria, so I'm pretty sure I won't be doing any of that shit in the future."
"Rats. Wait, what if another communist comes to Equestria." >"Hopefully we'll be out of here by the time that has a chance to happen. Let somepony else deal with their nonsense."
"So much for you being the super sexy secret agent." >"I was an analyst! It was a glorified desk job mixed with throwing recommendations into the president's daily brief so he could subsequently ignore it."
"Was President Trump really that bad?" >"Trump? When I left, Obama was president. And granted, he was better at Bush in terms of reading things, but he still seemed to ignore pretty much everything we had to say about the North Koreans. It was like he was pretending they don't even exist."
"When I left, Trump was calling Kim Jong Un 'Little Rocket Man' in front of the UN."
Twilight looks unsure whether to be mortified or burst into laughter. >"You know, I'm pretty sure when I get home, if two years have actually passed, then I'm not going to be able to continue working at the CIA. But if I could, I would just like to see the looks on everybody's faces as they tear their hair out over the new guy."
"Would you still want to work for them if you could? Aren't they basically corruption incarnate?" >"Well yeah. The pay and the benefits are good, and somebody has to keep an eye on 'Little Rocket Man'. The world back home is a dangerous place. If you think the CIA is the only corrupt agency out there, or even the most, you're sorely mistaken. We don't always make the most moral of decisions, but we do them for the right reasons. If you have three world powers all interested in overthrowing a sovereign government, that government is not going to get a say in the matter. The only thing you can hope is that America wins because we're the least fucked up of the bunch. If I had any semblance of sanity, I'd stay here in Equestria, where at least it seems that evil does not have its hooves in the pockets of every position of power, but I've got family at home in that wretched hive of villainy, and I don't want them to have to live through it all alone."
>>144712 >>144713 >>144714 >>144716 >>144719 >>144742 Good to have you back! Kinda sucks that you go on these long unexpected hiatuses, but I've been guilty of the same. Keep up the good work, and maybe compile this shit into a pastebin if you get the time. Don't want it to be lost forever.
Instinctively, you turn around and throw your hooves around Twilight, holding her tight against you. You stay there like that for an awkward amount of time before you finally start to speak.
"Hey, it's gonna be alright, you know? We're gonna get through this, we're gonna get you home, and you're gonna see them again. And while you're away from your post, I'm sure there's a lot of patriots to hold down the fort." >"I suppose that's true. And… thanks. It's funny, I brought you down here so you could tell me what all's on your mind, and I ended up being the one to vent."
"It's fine. You know if you need help relieving some of that pent up stress…"
She laughs. >"In your dreams, filly."
"Well it was worth a shot." >"Honestly, Anon. You need to get laid."
"Well, when you find out a way for that to even be physically possible, let me know." >"I wouldn't know what to tell you. If nobody in Ponyville is on the market, you'll just have to look for love in another town. Maybe we can go exploring sometime. Or maybe Pinkie will bring you back a fillyfriend."
"Or maybe I'll have to try harder with the fillies here." >"Bad idea. It'll just make you look like a creep, and possibly overlook actual opportunities when they wink their sweet horse pussy right in front of your eyes."
You almost start to drool at the image Twiliht put into your head, so she playfully hoofs you in the shoulder. >"So… how many nanoseconds into arriving in Equestria did it take to make you sexually attracted to horses?"
"I became sexually attracted to horses the instant I came to Equestria. Before I even knew I was here. I was dreaming of eating horse pussy while I was asleep in the castle. It was practically all I could think about when I first saw Princess Celestia." >"Well that doesn't surprise me. So is the princess your type?"
"Whose type isn't she? Those fucking thighs, Twi. She's literally a goddess." >"Okay, better question. Is there any pony who isn't your type?"
"Well I mean, not a stallion…" >"Which is why you tried to fuck my brother on your first day here, right?"
"I did?" >"Oh no, you're not gonna pull that memory loss crap on me. I literally pounded that image into your head. It fucking hurt too. Face it, you've got massive cocklust."
"Oh come on, that was ONE time. I was curious. I mean, if you woke up with a penis one day, wouldn't you want to fuck a woman?" >"Did you forget the fact that I'm married? Plus, I have standards anyways. I like strong guys. It would be pretty difficult for a girl to turn me on. You, on the other hand… I'm convinced you'd fuck anything with a pulse!"
"Psh, not even." >"Are you saying if I found you a nice, attractive colt or stallion, that you wouldn't want his throbbing, veiny horse cock deep inside you? I'm sure you remember from watching Cadance and Shiny that stallions can last just as long as humans can, unlike on Earth. But they're a lot… thicker."
She makes sure to place extra emphasis on that last word, and your mind is flooded with images that you're not sure if you want to think about. You're also incredibly wet.
>>144826 Nope, definitely not thinking about a thick, large, flared horsecock and heavy balls full of cum that would fill us completely and scratch the itch between our hindlegs, no sirree. [ 1d100 = 7 ]
>>144826 >fuck anything with a pulse It seems not even the CIA agent have stare into the abyss such as I. If it exist, it'll one day be fucked by moi. /d/,/u/,/e/, I have master these dark boards. My being is such that if it so much as look fuckable, it will not be spared. A kaiju, a thingpone, a table, a gas giant. It is my duty to put my breeding organ in it.
Though not stallions, I'm still not gay. [ 1d100 = 29 ]
>>144861 I don't know, and I probably wouldn't care if I was the filly. I've certainly never been as much as a QT as the filly, and I definitely know I will never be. There's a lot you can do with that much QT.
yep, will do! Thanks ! I usually compose these on my phone when I'm on the train or something, opening Word and well, it kind of change my mind. and I can totally relate to this. I also miss drawing poners.
I never imagined I could get caught in pony characters like that :I
>>144850 There's just one chapter I should be finishing, but soon! at least when I'm done with actual work and other things…
Fuck Twilight, and fuck her mind games. You're not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking she's made you into a faggot of some sort. No, you're gonna be a pure lesbian in this world, and you're going to love it.
"Like I said, not even. I'll be perfectly content to have a cute fillyfriend to shove unreasonably large objects into me. I neither need, nor want, any horsecock inside of me."
To your surprise, Twilight actually smiles at your response. >"Excellent. Now you know why my sexuality is uncompromising."
"Oh darn, and here I was hoping you'd be willing to help me out with some of those toys Lyra sent me." >"So you want me to shove your boyfriend's wood deep into your tight, voracious cunt?"
You feel a deep, primal need to scream something to the degree of "REE" at the top of your lungs.
"Lyra's a girl dammit! And she's not my lover." >"She's as much a girl as you are. And of course she's not. She's just the one responsible for every orgasm you've had thus far in the bathroom. So I guess that makes her your roadside ho?"
"I'm going to tell her you said that." >"Lyra has a sense of humor. I'm sure she'll be okay with it when she hears my side of the story. Besides, I can make other implications too. Maybe something with Thunderlane… Or do you have some sort of fetish for having your sexuality called into question?"
>>144932 "Your CIA mind-tricks won't work on me! You have no idea the extent of my autismal prowess."
And then do something reasonably autistic for the situation. A good "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" with a buildup might suffice, unless someone more autistic than me can think of something more creative. [ 1d100 = 47 ]
Oh, if only this had a high roll. I'd love to imagine the look on Anon's face when she learns that Equestria has no morphine or contraceptives. When she has to give birth, it's going to hurt worse than falling from the top of a three story building without the aid of Twilight's telekinesis to slow the fall.
>>144965 >Has a seemingly well-knit medical system >Doesn't have any way of numbing pain for the setting of bones, surgical procedures, delivery, etc. Fucking pick one, it's not as if magic exists or something. Oh wait…
>>144406 Sorry for the delay, I've been busy working on shit for the past couple of nights. Enjoy. >You briefly consider getting into her alchemy books, but you have no idea where she keeps them. >Bitch doesn't even use the Dewey Decimal System. >Regardless, you'd be down for some fucking cuddles. >Still wary of Twilifht despite her efforts, you refrain from calling out. >… >Halfway through the castle with no new noises, you have your doubts if Twilight is even home. >Well, might as well go ahead and make your shit. >Heading back to your room, you take inventory of the various chemicals at your disposal. >Applejack was quite generous with the Potassium Nitrate, which is good because you'll need the most of that. >Using a small scale from one of Twilight's less used laboratories, you're finally able to determine that you have about 300 grams of Saltpeter. Thank god Equestria uses what is practically the metric system… >Zecora was generous with the Sulfur, giving you access to about 40 grams. >You were about to give up on the Charcoal powder when you noticed that League had somehow managed to slip three extra bottles into your saddlebags, each one containing fifteen grams in addition to the one you kept on hoof. >Carefully pouring the loose mixture into the ball mill, you're faced with a dilemna. >You have two different types of media, one Lead and the other Ceramic. >Input action.
—— >She says that while a burning smell comes from outside the room >Getting up in a hurry you open the door >But the corridor is already on fire "What the fuck did you do?" >"Oh? Nothing much, just decided to make us dinner for once" >"But then I remembered how you DIDNT BUY MY FUCKING ICE CREAM LIKE YOU TOLD YOU WOULD!" "You re burning my house down! Are you nuts?" >You cant believe what she just did >But your survival instincts are on overdrive, so you cant even get angry "Fuck girl, we gotta get out of here, maybe…" >"For the last time Im not a girl, Im a man, you know that" "Yea sure, here hold the window while…what are you doing?" >She just stood by the door, flames roaring behind her >"Are you afraid of a little burn Anon?" "Little burns? No, getting baked alive? Very much." >She literaly giggled at that, almost as if she was holding back actual laughter "This cant just be the ice cream, tell me, why are you acting like this?" >Not caring for what you just asked she just started slowly walking backwards >"Aww, is little Nonny scared of some fire? Come here so momma can help you with your fears~" >You didnt even bring up the fact that she had said she was a man moments ago >There were more important matters at hand >Like the fact that her back-stepping had almost gotten her into the flames already >You panic, releasing the window and throwing yourself at her >But you only manage to grab air, as she hops backwards out the door >Completely into the flames >You close your eyes and turn away, waiting for the screams >But all you get is laughter, and a filly rolling on her back as you finally decide to take a look >It takes some time before she manages to contain herself >And all the while you cant get this dumbstruck look off your face >"Goddamit Anon, stop being such a cry baby and lets go eat already" >The blazes just kept bouncing around her fur >And noticing you staring at her hoof she took it to her face to inspect >Seeming bored of waiting for you she started playing with the flames, dancing from her movements >But it didnt hold her attention for long as she noticed that you hadnt moved at all >"Are you really so scared that I have to change your diaper or something? Fuck this, Im eating without you" >You try to move to stop her, but not wanting to get burnt you dont get nearly far enough >Yet she s walking normally, and with all that fur too >If anything should be flammable it should be her >But she was fine >Against your better judgement, you extend your arm into the fire >And before you can compreend your actions you notice that it isnt burning >In fact its not even hot either, its just there >After a deep breath you walk into the wildfire towards the kitchen >And when you get there you see her and Twilight sitting on the table >Anonfilly with her hot dog and Twilight reading the newspapers >You dont remember Twilight moving in, much less existing in real life >But you did have a filly so… >Manwhile you just stood by the door, confused about how casual both of them were while in the middle of the blaze >"Are you just gonna stand there and keep staring or are you going to come eat faggot? Your plate is over there, just the way you like it" >That breaks you from whatever you were in and you move to sit with them >You hesitate to sit on the burning chair just as much as you did with everything else >Yet you find it easier to just do it now that you re in the middle of it all >And when you do, Twilight looks up to you, floating a glass of burning juice >"Want some juice while we discuss the terms of the contract?" >How the fuck did they burn the juic- >You wake up with a jump >There s a strong smell signaling something burning in your home >Quickly getting up, you follow the thin smoke to the kitchen >There you find Anonfilly on her hindlegs trying to turn the stove off with a foreleg and failing >A few sausages lay in the pan, far too burnt to be used to anything >You turn it off to her surprise, not expecting to see you awake, and swiftly pick her up into a hug "Thanks for not burning the house down" >"What? No, i just wanted to make some hot dogs for lunch" >"Turning it on was fine with my teeth, but i m not sure i didnt think on a way of turning off without burning my hair or something else" >"Sorry for the sausages, I guess no ice cream this week huh?" >Usually you d be angry at her for ruining something >Tearing the family album, breaking many of your favourite cups, burning the water cooler… >How she did that last one was still a mistery >But cant really get mad at her for sausages, much less after a dream like that "Nah its alright, we re eating out, and I promised ice cream so we re getting ice cream" >The sparkles in her eyes said all you needed to know >And thus, after a quick change of clothes, you carried her out to the start of a great new day
>>144965 >Birth hurts Birth pains are actually a uniquely human trait that horses don't share. It's at worst somewhat uncomfortable for horses because their hips are wide enough. That's ignoring the fact that pony heads are bigger than their entire body on birth in the show and that their hips are actually thinner than they should be.
>>145029 Sometimes less experienced and younger mares will do that, but most will do it laying down. It's not bad if they do it standing up though since the foal comes out on its front hooves instinctively.
>>145135 >Be Anonfilly >You prance home from school, eager to dump your backpack on the floor and hug Mom >When you get to the house, you swing the door open and trot inside >But inside, you see two ponies in suits talking with Mom in the living room >Mom's eyes are puffy and red; she's clearly been crying >She looks over the ponies on the couch and sees you, which nearly triggers another crying fit "Hey, what's going on?" you ask stubbornly >The two ponies on the couch look over at you with somber expressions >The mare on the left looks at her stallion partner >"This is the hardest part of our jobs." >He nods in agreement. "Mom, what's going on?" >Mom just shakes her head, hugging a pillow against her face >The stallion gets up and walks over to you, kneeling so he's at your level >"Well, you see kid, sometimes adults, well, they're not ready to take care of a foal…."
>>145138 >Be Anonfilly >You'd been living with Miss Lyra and Miss Bon-Bon for… well, it seemed like forever. Years and years. >You had just celebrated your twelfth birthday a week ago. >You had chocolate cake again, your favorite. >Sometimes you'd call them Mom by mistake, but they were okay with that >You think they liked it >You sat at the table coloring in your coloring book >Bon-bon said you were going to have a surprise today >She'd been out of the house a lot recently, but you had no idea why. It was connected to the surprise, you were sure. >You heard a knocking at the door, but you weren't the only one >"I'll get it!" Lyra cried out, practically running for the door >You had no vision of the front door from this room, not like it mattered. >You heard whispering, and the door was shut relatively quietly >"Anon! Come over here sweetie!" >You set down your crayon and hop off the chair, walking towards M- Lyra "What is it?" >She rubs her hoof against your face in a loving fashion >"Something wonderful, sweetie." >"You know that Bon-bon and I love you, right?" she continues, "And that we always will?" >Did her voice nearly crack? "Of course Lyra, you've always been there for me. Both of you." >You hug her as a show of affection >"Now open the door sweetums." she says, moving aside >You take a tentative step forward >Was this the surprise? >With caution, you turn the doorknob and let the door swing open. >You looked upon a gray Pegasus with a blond mane, her posture one of a runner preparing to sprint, eager to dash forward and embrace you >It quivered with excitement >Her eyes couldn't focus on one spot, and only the right one remained fixated on you >Her smile was one of pure love, as if you were the only thing that mattered in her life >But her eyes held a mixture of happiness, anxiety, excitement, heartache, and anticipation >She had been looking forward to this for a long, long time >The two of you just stood there, looking into each other's eyes. >… "Who're you?"
"Goddamn Twi, could you knock off the bants? You're making me seriously consider taking a vow of celibacy."
She seems taken aback. >"That bad? Alright, alright, I'll lay off. You are fun to tease though."
"You went awful quick from being sad about your family to teasing me about being gay."
She shrugs. >"Well, laughter is the very best medicine, and you gave me the opportunity, so I rolled with it. I also appreciate sarcasm and situational irony."
"And we're positive I'm not talking to the real Twilight Sparkle? Because I distinctly remember her being a little bit sarcastic, at least in the early episodes. She was also pretty much an introvert up until she came to Ponyville." >"And lo, I've been pretending to be her for two years so I don't get sent out on my ass."
You lay your back against the wall and try to think of something else to say, but come up fairly blank. >"So…"
>>144696 >It doesn't take long 'till you find your lovely abode, but as you do, your head starts racing with thoughts. >You find yourself staring past everything you look at, until you finally step inside through the front door. >"So, was this the last stop, or what?" "Nigga, I'm not going to be carrying all these carrot dogs throughout the town, and, yes-kinda-no." >She hops off of you once you get near a couch, and you take the decade's worth of dogs over to your fridge. >As you figured, only three of the four bags fit, and just barely. >You stick the fourth in the freezer and call it done, anxious to get things rolling. >Moving your focus to a nearby cabinet, you take the loaded picnic basket you stuffed in there yesterday. >As you walk back, your filly notices it. >"What, a picnic? Heh, you ARE a cheesy faggot!" "No you." >You pick her up and feel her latch onto you immediately, content with how quick she was about it. >But, with how long you've been doing it, you're also not surprised. >Walking towards the backyard of your place, you open the door with one hand and are greeted with everything set up as it was yesterday. >Though really all that was set up was the picnic blanket. >Well, that and the fence, but that a was a while ago. >Don't remember how long exactly, but that just goes to show how long you've thought about this. >Walking over to the plaid cloth lying on the grass, you sit down in the middle of it, lying right under the big, shady tree that's been growing in your yard. >"Huh, when'd you put this blanket here?" "Just yesterday." >She hops off of you and stretches a little, then sitting on her cute little tush and watching you. "So, I've actually thought about this all ahead of time, and I just figured it'd be better for us here. No other pones to interrupt us and stuff." >"Why, so we could fuck out here in peace?" "I would gladly do that in the presence of others, so no." >Her cheeks burn wildly. "Just, you know, so we could relax better. And becaaause…" >Fishing into the basket, you find the first piece at the top. >Pulling it out, you show it off. >An aged bottle of wine, straight from Canterlot. >Good stuff, you've heard. >Or well, you're assuming, because of Canterlot and shit. >She grins. >"Aw HELL yeah!" >You grab two glasses and place them down, then take the other thing left inside the basket. >Placing the container on the ground, you see her eyes sparkle when you take the cover off. >"AW HELL yeah!" >German chocolate cake, her favorite. >-Well, Germane here, but whatever, it's still great. >With it comes two plates and a cake knife, then you push the basket off to the side. >She gently pounces onto you, and hugs your neck. >You pull the rest of her into the hug, pressing your nose against her muzzle. >"Man… what did I ever do to deserve you?" "I ask myself that every day." >You both pause. "Well ok, not for me specifically, but the same thing as you- oh shut up." >She giggles a little, then just looks into your eyes for a moment. >This dreamy expression catches her face, and you lovingly rub her back with your hands. >Those big, beautiful eyes stay locked on you for a moment, and you find yourself in a trance. >One of your hands slowly run through her mane, combing through the hairs and making that smile of hers just a little wider. >With nobody else around, you feel at peace. >Able to just take in her beauty, to enjoy your time beside her and what she gives you. >Without a word, you press your lips against hers, and she wastes no time returning it. >It's a simple one, but makes your heart flutter nonetheless. >You can't help but give her another peck, then gently let her onto the ground, stomach down. >There's no resistance at all, and like a ragdoll, she just moves where you place her with a smile. >It just shows you how far you've come together, for her to trust you like that. >To know that she'd want to go anywhere you did, and that you'd never want to hurt her. >You place your hands on her back again, and she scoots up closer, resting her head on your lap. >Gently you run them across her back, spreading the pressure around your whole hand in order to relax her. >A soft, happy sigh escapes her muzzle, and you spend the next few minutes rubbing her in a comfortable silence, getting her nice and calm. >It doesn't take long until she's putty in your hands, and you start on working the small kinks you find, tenderly kneading them out with your fingers and making sure they won't bother her anymore. >Some cute, tiny moans escape her, letting you know that you've still got it. >Though with how routine this is, you don't doubt you're just getting better. >You go around her back, her withers, and do a little Cutie Mark rubbing. >In no time at all, she's left with this dopey look on her face, and you pull her into your lap to melt in your embrace. >Your hand brushes through her mane again as she nuzzles up to your chest. >"Hmmm… I'm so glad I met you, Anon…" >Your heart practically skips a beat, the already intense feeling in your stomach getting worse with her words. >But it's goddamn amazing, because you know only she can make you feel this way. >She brings her hips together, in order to be completely embraced by you, and you rest your head in her mane, taking in her lovely sweet scent. >For a while, you just sit and enjoy her company…
>>145381 I want to be a filly with another filly and have lots of fluffy filly cuddles and snuggles and also fug if we both want - magic would allow us to do some really kinky shit together as long as we're both into it
>>145381 Filly is not for fugs, even if she went in heat i d only use a good cold hosing to free her from it, but besides that i d like to cuddle and watch her grow into a fine mare, then ride her bareback as my trusty steed, and not in the lewd meaning, actually ride her around and stuff
But i d much rather be a filly and be there to listen to my room mate about his day, be it another filly or human, even cuddle if needed to cheer him up, kinda be the ears and voice he may need to keep going To be fair Id be up for anything but lewds, be it fugs or just meddling around, though to be honest i d be worried to be with any of you, because i m sure that >rape could happen at literally any time To myself i d love to learn erf pone magik or whatever magic from the race i became and use it to help the other anon with whatever he needed to have an edge on others
>>145381 Well, I would prefer to be the filly with another filly. I would want them to be someone I could be close with: spend time together, talk about anything with, cuddle, etc. Someone who loves me for who I am.
"No, HAPE." >"Vape? I don't think we have a hookah, Anon."
"No, Twilight, HAPE. H. A. P. E."
She takes a few moments to try and figure out what the hell you're talking about, only to find herself even more confused. >"What the hell does that mean?"
"It's a word I made up. I don't know what it means. But it's what I've decided to do tonight." >"Oooookay then. Well whatever the heck that is, do you think you could use that to distract mom and dad while I make us up a couple of cocktails? Cause I'm bored and I've hit a wall in researching that flight spell. I can pick it up tomorrow, but I don't want to do any more work tonight. What do you say?"
Indeed. It means you're going to find her at some point in the future. You still have to go through the actions to do it though. Remember: your visions are not set in stone. You have the ability to change them by your actions.
>>145401 In my autism headcannon full grown ponies are like 1,5m tall, so not that small, and considering she s a erf pony she d also be stronger than the rest of the races, so she ll be fine Besides it ll also be a good workout for her I would not ride the filly, like i said before, i d wait for her to grow up before doing so
>>145381 If I had a filly, I would love her unconditionally with all of my heart and care for her every whim, desire and need. If I were the filly, I'd want love with a bit of my personal fetishes mixed in, nothing too hardcore though, p-please…
https://pastebin.com/DtWczEeJ >Okay, it seemed like it'd be best to get the big and prominent place out of the way first. >The Library. >Rushing to the right, you quickly made your way over. >When you did, there were few words to describe it. >Bare, desolate, and sad. >Trudging through the mist of scattered hay, rubble, and books you glazed over all the nooks and crannies of thew once great structure. >Where could they be? >Looking was not cutting it anymore, with all this loose rubble they could be anywhere. >Even in it. >Flipping bits and pieces all about would get you no there though. All it'd do was waste more time. >Just about to leave the fatigued place, you heard the sound of rubble shifting above you in the partially standing the second floor. "Those weekly little…" >You knew they'd be sneaky. >Well, Tracer, at least that's what you assumed her name would play a bit fairer than the twins Breadcrumb and Small Fry. >You hoped at least. >Okay, it seemed like one of them was up there, and with no wing or magic to help you; you'd have to hoof it up there. >Looking around the rubble you tried to look for the most straightforward way up. >Looking at a line of bricks you saw that it made a climbable, jagged staircase to the second floor. >Narrowing your stride, you climb up the makeshift stairs. >Not sure if this is safe. >Considering this place in shambles, you had serious doubts in the wall holding. >Maybe if they think you give up, they'll move again? >For the longest time in forever, you felt like having fun still. >For the longest time in forever, you smiled back. >Although it was more of a slight grin, it was nice to actually have interaction with other. "Oh no, how will I ever find that griffon in a place like this" >You made sure to drag out that statement as long and as loud as possible while adding a hint of despair. >Through the damaged and many collapsed bookshelves of the remaining second floor, you hear a shuffle through a pile of books in the corner. >Gotcha'! >Slowly and quietly approaching you prepare to make the jump on them. >This was nice. No one to put you down for you being you. >Images of Diamond Tiara and her posse quickly flash to mind. Her pushing, and shoving you. While you try desperately to hide from her reign of terror. >No one to beat you senselessly for wanting help. >Your once abusive mother flashed over. The many beating she inflicted on you, while strangely calling you Anon. Neglecting even more so, and bluntly telling you to get over it whenever you cried for her help. >You shake off the pricks of tears and tightening throat. >No one to pity you and look at you like a sick puppy. >Miss Rarity had the best intentions. But it seemed more for her to cure her own regret and guilt than to befriend you. >Fluttershy looked at you like a sick critter more than a pony. Not that you could blame her, it was part of her nature to be caring and sensitive. >But here, you honestly had a fresh start. A place to shape your own destiny as you desire. >Maybe it was time to forget mom and think about a new life here. >Here you'd have friends. >Other's who'll care for you. >Ones who'll miss you. >No longer stuck in a constant rut that's placed between two big stones. >But who'd take care of you? >Oh, well. You'll think of it when it comes up. >But with these thoughts, it brought a bigger smile and warmth to your face, with the prospect of new and better life finding it's way onto the horizon. >Pulling back the rubble and books you spook the twins. "Boo!" >Only to reveal a pile of racoons fighting over a stale piece of the pie. >"Hisss." "Whoah" >You stumble back in shock, only to trip on a piece of rubble falling on your butt in the process. >Shaking your head, while you scratch it you shake off the shock. >"Guess that wasn't them. Maybe they're back in the city." >Just as you began to think of a new plan it seemed nature has other ideas. >CRRRRRRACK! "Huh…WHOAH" >Oh Celestia, no! >The floor underneath you seemed to give out and collapse. >But with quick reflexes saving you marginally, you hold onto the edge of the remaining deck by your fore-hooves. >You struggle to try and get a better grip which only seems to be doing the opposite of what you want to do. "No no no no…Grrrrrrr, come on get up, GET UP." >With the edge of the floor pushing on your lungs, as well as the adrenaline, rushing through your system struggled cries for help try to come out. "H-Help! Anyone? Somebody help me, p-please; I don't want to fall!" >An unfortunate side-effect of hooves is that they don't provide good grip. This was a fast approaching lesson as your hooves moved closer and closer to the edge. >"H-help!" >This is it. >You new shot at life, and you blew it. >It's not like it'd be any better than the one you had before. >or that'd you even follow through on staying. >Think think think. How do you get out of this?
>>145485 Never! I think I may have an idea of the direction I want it to go in though.
My thought process usually has me try to reach an ultimate conclusion, with the how, when, and why being developed as I go. I never had an ultimate idea where I wanted this to end, but I have an idea coming into the works.
>>144978 >Naturally, knowing that metals normally spark when in coming in contact with other metals, you load the ceramic media into the mill with your pre-mixture. >Leaving to get some 'food,' you come back to your room to just lie down on your bed for a while. >After polishing off your third bottle of pressurized whipped cream, you feel fat and happy enough to curl up and take a quick nap. >… >… >You feel… something wet on your fur. >You can't hear all to well. >You slip back into unconsciousness. >… >… >Something wet again this time, but it isn't quite as viscous. >… >… >"Clover? Green Clover?" >You're about to give a 'that's me' when you realize that your mouth is covered. >Opening your eyes, you see that you're in a small room with printed flowers all over the walls. >"Oh, good, I thought you'd never wake up. Do you have any idea what happened?" >You shake your head slightly, motioning to the notepad on the nightstand. >She nods and brings it over, jostling the pencil from your ear and into your mouth. >It's slow going, escecially since you're a shitty writer, but you eventually manage to get out: "Cut the bullshit. What's wrong with me, and how long have I been out?" >She sighs. >"You've been comatose for two weeks now. The bomb you were trying to construct, given your magical signature, exploded prematurely and almost killed you. We had to completely remove your entire left front leg, and of course there was the internal bleeding, but you're otherwise very lucky." >Your voice is weak, but you attempt to use it. "W-what? I wasn't trying to construct a bomb, I was m-milling materials for a school project…" >"We've already consulted your teacher about such possibilites and she denied them with substantial evidence to back herself up, which is more than you can do. Get some sleep, we're going to transfer you to the care wing at the institution tomorrow." "Don't I get a lawyer?" >"No need. Your legal guardian has already given us the go-ahead, so you can't do jack, you sick fuck." >She gives you a backhanded slap across the face, causing the searing pain from the burns on your cheeks to flare back up. "Ah! Fuck!" >"Little shits like you are the reason the system exists. I don't think rehab is going to do anything for anybody that was conspiring to murder the Princess of Fucking Friendship. Were it my choice, I'd have you personally executed." >She walks out the door, closing and locking it behind her. >Once you're sure nopony else is around, ou begin to sob loudly, harder than you ever have before. >Why couldn't you have remembered that your grandfather always warned you against ceramic media? >Why couldn't you have remembered that Lead is completely non-sparking? >You're completely alone now, no friends, no family, nothing. >You couldn't even off yourself if you wanted to, instruments will be completely safeguarded knowing the quality of asylum Twilight would have you admitted to. >Pulling your singed tail up to your face with your back and single front leg, you push your muzzle into it to muffle the sobbing and absorb the tears. >You've fucked up big time, now. >You are Little League, filly of consensual cuddles and sportsball. >Anon messed up, and it's your fault. >You know he knew what he was doing, and your dumb brain managed to fuck it up somehow. >When you visited Anon for the first time in the Childrens' ICU, you noticed a small vial labelled 'Potassium Chloride.' >Cheerilee said something once about this being used to stop the hearts of ponies. >When you heard about where Twilight was going to send your friend, you knew that your heart was already dead. >You push the plunger down on the syring once it's submerged in the fluid, making sure to avoid air bubbles. >Drawing a considerable amount from the vial, you stick it into your leg and push down the plunger all the way. >As you jump up onto the bed next to a comatose Anon, you contemplate how wonderful the last few years have been. >As your heartbeat slows and you begin to feel increasingly drowsy, you nuzzle your muzzle into Anon's singed neck. >Sleep tight, Poner. Reset from last checkpoint? Y/N
>>145482 my only critique would be the thickness of the hind legs, doesnt match up in colored version but thats a fine filly ass you've got there, and i thank you for your amazing fillies >ywn have filly be your fuck pillow why live…
>>145613 >accept fate and embrace the horsecock >finally settle down one day >give birth to a filly of your own >feel the loving bond between mother and daughter as you nurse her >tfw she calls you mommy for the first time >teach her to tell her daddy "ur a faget" Is it really asking too much for this life?
>>145619 >>145626 well duh, 'course that's how it works. that's why having your foal with another anon is mandatory anons make anons, anything else and its heresy, would (You) want to get denied entry into equestria because some faggot wanted to, well, be a faggot?
i thought so keep it pure, keep it anon, and breed the filly or you know, fight for those 2 anoncolts that arrive innaquestria
>>145643 yeah, much better though now the part that connects to the flank -not sure what the actual term for it is- is also too thin you can tell just comparing it to the lined version, looks less connected to filly
>>145506 >The actual fucking chances that the ceramic medium would actually fucking spark Nigger, ceramic mediums are regularly used to mill pyrotechnics. There is an incredibly slim chance that it would actually set it off.
"Sure, just let me do a quick field test." >"A what?"
Before she can say anything more, you quickly throw your hooves around your adopted sister and squeeze as hard as you can.
She struggles to get many words out. >"You're… crushing… me…"
You finally let go, and she takes a few seconds to try and catch her breath and collect herself. >"Okay, now go do that with mom and dad, and I can make us some drinks. Do you have any preferences?"
"Make me a Moscow mule. Make sure it's served in a disgusting copper cup." >"I might be able to make something like that."
You each head upstairs with your tasks at hand. As Twilight sneaks off into the kitchen, you head up to Velvet and Night Light's bed to surprise them with a tackle hug. This might have been a bit more appreciated had they not been laying down, and had it not been a flying tackle hug. But how can they blame you? You're a cute little filly after all! The cutest distraction that a pony could ever ask for.
A few minutes later in mid-cuddle you see Twilight out of the corner of your eye carrying a bloody mary and what looks like a copper teapot down to the basement.
>>145661 >A few minutes later in mid-cuddle you see Twilight out of the corner of your eye carrying a bloody mary and what looks like a copper teapot down to the basement. "Alright. Hug's over, see you guys later." [ 1d100 = 69 ]
>>145654 It "sparked" while anonfilly wasn't even doing anything and the ingredients were just lying there. Either there are serious fire hazards in the "Castle of Friendship" or you wrote this alt just to mess with us.
>>145619 >You move next door to Twilight since real estate is surprisingly cheap there >Twilight comes over frequently to check if you're doing okay, especially Anonfilly; if she needs tutoring or magic/flying lessons or wants to check out some books >Invites you to dinner at least once a week, holiday parties, etc. >You eventually learn from Rarity that Twilight is infertile >itmakessomuchsense.jpg >So you and Anonstallion frequently go out of town on trips so 'Auntie Twilight' can watch Anonfilly for a few days
>>145690 Shit… I will admit fault here, I forgot to add in the portion where Anon actually starts the mill. That's fixed now in the archive. But yes, I do thoroughly enjoy fucking with you all at times.
>>159656 >You can't believe Anon sold you out like that. >While he and Anonmare were likely out fucking each other in some luxurious getaway cabin, you were stuck here with Purple. >"So, what do you want to do this weekend? Board games? Snuggling?" >Well, you could go for some board games… >… "Aaand checkmate!" >Twilight just facehoofs, knowing she's been defeated. >Even though you're almost positive she went easy on you, you still thoroughly enjoyed that. >"I think Auntie Twilight's smart little filly has earned this!" >She stuffs a chocolate chip cookie in your mouth, baked to perfection. >Given the fact that you don't have enough control over your hooves, chocolate gets all over your cheeks. >Laughing a bit, she grabs a wet paper towel and begins to pat down your furry mouth with it, making sure to get every last speck of chocolate off of your face. >Laughing a bit with her, you're caught off guard when she wraps a wing around you. >"A-anon?" "Yeah, Twi?" >"D-do you want to come back to my room?" More?
>>145738 Yes, please continue personally I'd prefer no lewd between Twi and filly since I like how qt the green has been so far, but none of us should be making all the decisions of what to write for you
>>145773 heh, yeeeah those were supposed to be arms couldnt think of a way to make a pov with everything i wanted, so floating limbs as always i mean that, and yeah im absolute shit at people well not just that, but y'know if you got a way to be able to show hugfucking on a wall in pov, id like to hear it!
>>145506 >The words of your grandfather echo in your head: 'Now Anon, why don't we use ceramic media?' >Loading the Lead media in carefully with your hoof, you go to rinse any potential metal refuse from it. >Fishing around for the right size of mana store, you eventually find the battery-like cylinder and load it into the appropriate slot on the back of the mill, leaving as the low hum of magic is quickly drowned out by the medial contacts. >Heading off into that castle to seek out something to eat, you hear a dull thud, coupled by something sliding down the side of the castle. >Curious, you open the door and look down to see a very obviously inebriated but otherwise unharmed Twilight. >"Ugh… I'm gonna cuddle the shit out of you, Nonny." >There are a couple of dark streaks running down her cheeks. "O-okay." >You barely even squirm now as she gently picks you up and sets you spine down on her back. >As soon as the two of you get inside, she starts sobbing for real. >Knocking you off of her back, she drives a few blows from her front hooves into your face and then promptly wraps you in a tight hug. >"Fucking hell, I'm a mess…" >The tears are running down our cheeks as well now, but this time they stem from physical pain. "Come on, bring the cuddles." >She inevitably lets you walk with her to her room this time. >You can't tell if it's because alcohol makes her magic shit, if she couldn't be bothered to pick you up, or a combination of both. >She jumps up onto the bed, wiggling her way under the covers and leaving you to climb up the structure yourself. >With a few tries, you manage to get a grip with your front hooves and pull yourself up. >Sliding yourself under the covers, you barely even feel fear anymore. >Mostly sympathy. >Even with all of the shitty things she's done to you, you still turned down her apology, failed to save her little brother and turned down her offer to do the same thing you're doing right now earlier in favor of visiting a friend. >You don't regret the last one so much, League needs you just as much. >Twilight makes the first move in wrapping a large feathery wing around your neck, smothering you in her chestfluff with her two forehooves. >Taking in the rich scent of grapes, you attempt a similar gesture but only manage to get about half of the way around her barrel before your hooves can go no further. >Even though you're incredibly relaxed, you doubt you'll be able to fall asleep without a good meal. >Squirming out of her grip, you push your way down to her teats and begin to nibble on them slightly. >You can almost feel the smile on her face from up above the covers as a slow but steady stream of milk begins to flow into your mouth and down your throat. >Once the first teat is exhausted of its reserves, you move on to the next, draining it in record time. >The instant you're done, Twilight pulls you back into the same embrace she held you in before. >"I'm going to say it now, and I'm not just going to fly off before you can tell me if you feel the same. I love you, Anon." >Input action.
>>145781 right, never posted it well i did that and a few other little things, could ya tell me what else is fucked? i dont even remember the last time i got criticism other than, "your art is shit" from kys filly ill cherish it forever…
>>145833 id still like to hear it, i want to do super accurate horse stuff >>145841 yeah, still working the settings out in clip studio paint easier to set up in sai, but im not going back to that shit for it to crash in my face again
>>145847 You've drawn the hind legs attach to the back rather than the sides like they should, giving the impression that the filly is absurdly tubby, which I'm not entirely sure if it's an intended effect or not, but I've noticed it in your other work as well.
>>145481 It's been a while since I've tried other POVs… >Before you could even be being to think about what to do, the sound of beating wings and approaching steps you. >Unable to look up, without causing your leveraging chin to let go of you, you were still able to apparently able to tell it was of the twins you have opted to call the pigeon brother. >With a nonchalant and mocking tone he asks "How's it hanging'?" "Please help me up. I-…I don't want to die." >Unable to see the upper half of him, you see his lower half sit. Causing you more grief and panic. >"Are you sure, it though I heard someone say the afterlife is pretty inviting." >His arrogant attitude was not helping. "This isn't funny, stop p-playing and help me-…Grrrrr, help me up." > his humor would have no end though. "I don't know; some people get a kick out of that kind of stuff. I thought maybe you would too, and I'd hate to interrupt someone having a fun time." >Your chin giving out, you whimper as you dangle by your hooves while losing sight of the griffon. >Death was quickly approaching, your whimpers threaten to turn into tears. How strange, not that you think death in a different light than a couple week ago. >Maybe it was the circumstance was different. >Back then you had a choice of when and how. >this time you do not. >"Alright, Alright, quit your blubbering. I gotcha'" >You feel two claws strongly grip your hooves to hoisted you up. >Getting dragged back up on to your hooves, a few shaky breaths escaped from the ordeal. >You should not be this afraid of this, you've gone through it before. >"Man, you no-wing ponies, can be such wimps." >That little… >Giving him a hard glare, you give him a strong right hook to the shoulder. >"Ouch, hey what was that for." "That was for leaving me to die like that you ass." >Still sniffling and blubbering, you had to show that you were not going to take that. >Maybe work on your assertiveness while you’re at it. >Yeah, it is all coming together quickly. >The new assertive filly, Nonny.
>"Sign here and here please." >Giving a few more scribbles on the last of the paperwork, the empire of Griffonstone had a new task assigned to you. >A shipment of coal and stone was to be delivered to the Crystal Empire, as part of a trade deal. >In return the ponies were supposed to load some cars with gems. >Supposedly you were told it was part of some trade deal, though that is all they could say to you. >Not that you cared if you and Spear get paid for the work. “All good, yes?” >The Import Officer, who looked as grey and hollow as his dedication to his job, gave an ugly look back. >Here he goes again. >” Just bring her back on time, da’?” >Snatching away the clipboard, he gives off a look of superiority. >Like his fucking title makes him the goddamn king. >” Your country appreciates efficiency…” >He leans in with his smug look. >” We can’t afford to replace the inefficient and the invalid all the time, now can we.” >You gave a mockingly enthusiastic salute. >As soon as he turned back, your craw morphed into the international symbol to ‘fuck off.’ >Piece of shit, government crony. >It’s not like you could afford it either by you and Spear living paycheck to paycheck, barely coming along with all the debt, bills, and expenses you had stacked on you. >By this point home was a forgotten term in your mind as you lived mostly on the rails. >No matter how or when you finish the job, he always judges your work like you are a damn child. >Speaking of which, you should probably go to grab that filly. Gods only know how cock-grabbingly happy that officer would be to report you to the head of National Productivity if you left late. >Catching a flight above the city you looked below to scour to where the filly had gone off to. >Seeing as she had no wings it unlikely she’d get very far. >That and some of the ‘friendly’ citizens don’t have an excellent track record with ponies. So she had to be close by.
At the sight of Twilight with your drinks, you immediately cease hugging and head back downstairs. When you reach the basement, Twilight hands you the teapot, explaining that there are no copper cups in the house, so this is the next best thing. Otherwise, the drink inside should approximate a Moscow mule per your request.
You clink your respective drink containers together and say "cheers" before guzzling down an amount of vodka that is probably not healthy for fillies (no amount is). The next think you know, in a display of drunken brilliance, you both end up acting out about half of the scenes from the movie Back to the Future, with Twilight as Doc Brown, and yourself as Marty McFly, and both of you acting out bit parts. Of course, your only audience is yourselves, and at some point, you end up knocking yourselves out.
During your sleep, you have no dreams and no visions. You just have the pleasant experience of waking up to a loudly snoring Twilight sprawled out and laying across you, with half of her body falling off the bed. As you try to play back the events in your head, you feel as though the entire night took place in an instant. Fucking Russians and their booze.
>Her current state: She is embroideried (eyes and cutiemark is made, aswell as her magneteic eyelids!) but she has not yet been sewn together, all pieces are cut out though! I altered the pattern somewhat to get the bigger flank you wanted for her! so those adjustments are also finished! >I should be able to send you progress shots shortly!
Finally. Hopefully I'll actually get pics to send of plush fillu soon™!
>>145862 alright, well i admit that im not a smart filly in the slightest, so im not really able to envision that myself. ill just mess with it tomorrow and hope it looks better so i dont have to keep doing screenshot edits