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 No.236417[Last 50 Posts]

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

>Any archive of photos or stories?

Dropbox (Photos):

>I'm a contributor.

Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt, so you can have your green to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
Some especially based faggot also recently compiled nearly every filly image ever created, which you can check out here: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1Bff9CRn8VVwgpxT6sU6cottQsQ3svXGI
Assess how well you fit into the filly hivemind: https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/personality-quiz/?group=-LdS-38NvfIG9PHPrYB8
>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
Old-mare Thread: >>231233


And I make typo in subject, should be 'Moon'


filly discord link? Please


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>kill yourself, pedophiles


You been here a while mate? Been lurking?


I used to lurk a little, then I stopped. Came back today and started drawing and posting filly art.


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That's just kys filly
She's a QT


You make good fillies.


do more


be patient


owo gladly
I might need a little break for now though. For now: requests?


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filly in a tire rollin




Filly Dabbing on Some Ziggers.


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Re-posting cripple filly to new bread.


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>ywn make cripple filly happy by holding her
>ywn cheer cripple filly up when she's having a bad day
>ywn Call her more beautiful than the other fillies just to see her smile


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I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.


Hell yeah!


Bro you just posted cringe; you are going to lose subscriber.


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>pic related



Not funny. Filly is my personal QT and I take care of her.


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ha ha lookit this fuckin little faggot getten rekt lmao


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"Thanks for the offer, I may take you up on it. Let me ask my friends what they think about the idea, particularly the ones with family."


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Tendies are almost done reeeeeeeeee save me one please
Thats really hecking gay anon
Nou diaperfag (xd gotem) thats also really hecking gay, if not gayer lmao xddddxdd

Now that im done these three any more requests?



Your fillies are cute, but their heads could be slightly larger and their bodies slightly smaller. They sort of look like awkward teenage fillies with those proportions, not quite mare and not quite filly.


Cute pics, thanks Scotch


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I want to roll her down a hill.


Roll the weedfilly


>ywn work hard to save up plenty of Bits
>ywn contact Equestria's finest minds and hire them to work on a project for you
>ywn surprise cripple filly on her birthday with her very own high-caliber assault Gun Leg


Roll to roll the weedfilly.


Inb4 I fail


Dice rollRolled 7

You'll never know until you roll.


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Another request done and now I've none left, so yay for getting shit done!


Baby filly looks good.


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I have a request: Twilight making Anonfilly wear a swimsuit (crotchboobkini) to go the beach.

You can never have enough ponies in swimwear.


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Here's a question: what would happen if Peter Parker was instead bitten by a radioactive filly?


Faget Man?


What's his superpower? Shitposting and mommy issues?


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Don't forget social retardation, loneliness, and homosexual tendencies.


You blew my mind. Well done poner.


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It's damn near like a compendium of /mlpol/ memes. Nice.

Also, drunk filly just behind Hitler. I see the cute lil' faggot.


is nice


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>Hey, Twi, can we talk? I think Rainbow Dash wants to cum inside me.


Not if you cum inside her, first.


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Red filly is getting homesick.


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That filly doesn't have her seatbelt on!


Buses usually lack such things.


Those are some fancy looking buses, then.
Mine has half size seats.


Where are the other fillies to help cheer her up?


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Filly got into the first-aid kit


Very good.
Also checked those dubs.


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Red filly is me and I didn't even trust 8chan when it was first popularized.


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They're trying their best.

delet and repost because I wanted to fix literally one pixel


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Tough titties, saved the original.


oh no no no no you've btfo'd me
brb killing myself


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That filly needs hugs, fagets
Now go give her some!


*hugs the poor red filly*


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There there, red filly. They won't bulli u anymore, at least not for like, the next 20 minutes.


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Now, that's a greentext prompt that makes me wish I was better at writing greentext: teenaged Flurry Heart roped into babysitting the filly.


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I want to be headshot by the masturbating filly.


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>Be Flirturry Heart
>Aunty Twilight needs me to take care of her foal.
>She's out doing something important. Might be saving the world again with her friends, or it could be paperwork. Gasp, she might be looking for love?
>I'll have to see if it's a good ship.
>I'm so excited to finally meet her adorable widdle fillies.

>Be Princess Cadence

"It isn't revenge."
>"Honey, you've seen Cherry Fizzy's reports on Twilight's new fillies."
"Okay, it is just a teensy bit of revenge."
>"Now where were we again?"

>Be Flurry Heart

>Outside of their closed bedroom door.
"I'm Flirty Heart Twi-"
>"Yeah, yeah faggot we're kind of busy right now."
"Let me in please?"
>I hear movement behind the door probably putting away their games, and cleaning up.
"Pwease? OwO. Uw-"
>"Fuck it fine just don't do that gay shit."

>Be Anon Filly (The one with the best color.)

>Half the room is in an orgy of magnificent proportions.
>Even got the Anon colts in on the action.
>Feels pretty good man.
>Having Furry Heart get peetz- pizza was one of the best ideas we have had yet.
>From one in Canterlot.
>There should be at least a couple hours, before-
"No U." >pic related.

>She just kept watching us, but honestly the peetzer party and sex wasn't bad at all.

>Even went above, and beyond with geting a -urgk- pineapple pizza as well.
>"This is so gay."
>"Bite my diaper covered ass."
>"Ah goo!"
>That last one was a sick burn. Hopefully she didn't actually necks herself.

>Be Prine Shining Armor

>"- then I realized I wasn't alone in the world anymore. Love, Flurry Heart your previously human daughter."
"Where did we go so wrong."

>"Let's keep trying for another one?"

"Yes! I mean that is a great idea…"
"Flurry won't be back for another day or two."

>"Oh my god, that's seriously gay. I've seen some questionable things, but…"

>"It's the rubber ducky isn't it."
>"Rubber duc- oh my-"
"We've read your letter."


N-no U


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Fuck this is more heartwarming than it has any right to be


y-you too


I'm grateful.


This has got to be the cutest, most heartwarming image I've seen in a long time. Makes my heart melt just looking at it.


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You get home from a long day at the massage parlor to find your gf cuddling up with some random-ass green filly. She had promised you sex when you got home, but now it looks like that isn't going to happen. What do?


Quit being a faget and cuddle the both of them.


>Quit being a faget and sex the both of them.


That, too.


This is too precious
Thank you, based drawfag


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Thanks qt for helping me draw this

Reminder plunger is a GOD




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more from filly god Plunger


>Last pic.
The potential green possible is making me excited.

>"Welcome newfag to Equestria."

>"Ma'am! You can't just call your daughter a fag!"
>"Sorry, Mrs. Anonymous she's new here."


I really like this image. Can I save it?


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Anonfilly family is something I've wanted to see for a very long time now.


So where's the blue faggot in all this?


>you are known throughout Equestria as Anonymous, the Man
>in the years since you've arrived in this strange world, you've been:
>a scholar
>a hero
>a cowboy
>a scientist
>a gunslinger
>an archaeologist
>a pirate
>a craftsman
>and much, much more
>okay, all of those points are somewhat exaggerated
>the point is, you've lived a little
>the point is, you're a grown ass man
>the point is
"Twilight, I do not need a babysitter."
>by a stupendous fuckup of magic, you've been transformed into a small filly
>oddly enough, this isn't the first time something like this has happened in your journeys
>but this time, it's Twilight's fault
"Anon, we're already on the train for the Crystal Empire, and I really need to get started on this adventure. Just… try not to think of Flurry Heart as a babysitter. Think of her as… a caretaker. For your time of need."
"I can take care of myself."
"And how are you planning on eating? I think you've fairly well proven that you can't cook with those hooves."
"There's takeout."
"On whose bits?"
>you snort
>princess of a whole damn town
>somehow can't spare the bits for a weekend's meals
>for the guy she turned into a helpless filly
"Everything's gonna be just fine, Anon. You'll see. Just one weekend with Flurry Heart, then in a year the potion to turn you back will be ready, and then-"
"A year?! A whole damn fuckcuntering shitniggering fagtastic year?! When were you planning on telling me this?"
"Anon, changing someone's species, sex, or age, even temporarily, it's pretty complex magic. To do all three at the same time, and have the effects be permanent? It takes a little time."
>Twilight eyes you wearily
"And because you didn't want to go quite back to your natural age, it's even more complicated."
>you throw up your hands
"I mean, shit, if we just so happen to be changing my age anyway, I wouldn't mind being 20 again. What's so wrong with that?"
>Twilight rolls her eyes
"Oh, what do you know? You're gonna stay 17 forever."
>your purple riding companion's face does that scrunchy thing that ponies sometimes do
"I was 19 when I ascended.
>awkward silence reigns over the desolate train car
>the other passengers moved to other cars some time ago
>Twilight sniffs
"You know, the spell I messed up was designed to find you and bring you to me. I knew I had this adventure coming up and I wanted to see you first."
>your eyelid twitches involuntarily
>Twilight sticks her nose in the air
"None of this would have happened if you hadn't been avoiding me."
>you flop out of your seat
>and rise to your hooves before your tormentor
"Oh, so now it's my fault! Well, let me tell you where you fucked up, you purple fucking horse, was when you put me in the body of a pre-adolescent filly! I've got twice as much estrogen as you do right now, and I can play your female mind games just the same- WHOAH!"
>a cloud of purple magic hoists you into the air by your tail
>something hard and hoof-like smacks into your soft filly tush


>Princess Cadance is craning her neck down at you
>there's something of genuine confusion on her face
"My, Anon, you've, um, shrunk a bit since I last saw you."
>Shining Armor snorts
"Smells nicer, too."
>Cadance ignores the comment
"Well it certainly has been a while, hasn't it? I don't think we've seen each other since… was it Flurry Heart's crystalling?"
"No. You didn't invite me to that."
>Cadance cringes
"Is that right? How odd. I could have sworn we invited all of Twilight's friends."
"We did."
>the princess of the north chuckles awkwardly and tugs at the golden yoke around her neck
"Well. It's really too bad that Twilight couldn't stick around to chat longer. But… Shining and I have to get going now, too. Our train to Los Pegasus is taking off in an hour."
>you blink
"Your sister-parenthesis-in-law-parenthesis is saving the world from yet another eldritch horror and you guys are going on vacation?"
>Twilight's brother waves his hoof
"It's fine. Nothing she hasn't done a million times before."
>you have to admit, he's probably right
>even Twilight herself seemed awful casual about it
>for Twilight standards, anyway
>Cadance coughs
"Anyway, we'll be going now. Flurry Heart should be in her room upstairs. You can't miss it, it's the same room you stayed in that one time."
>the pair of them head out to not save Equestria
"Take good care of our Flurry now."


>Flurry Heart is in the same room you stayed in that one time
>that one time like 17 fucking years ago
>as though you'd fucking remember where to go
>you'd leave well enough alone and just make some dinner
>but it seems rude to not let your host know you're here first
>also, you need her to cook it for you
>how can you be expected to get anything done right without fingers?
>anyway, weren't there servants and guards and stuff in this castle the last time you were here?
>where the hell did they all go?
>wait a second
>that door right there looks like it could be the entrance to a teenage girl's room
>posters of boybands taped up on it
>fluffy hearts glued around those
>oh, and one of those fluffy hearts is embroidered with the name "Flurry Heart"
>you rap three sharp knocks on it
"Nope, just the strange man you're all alone in the house with."
>the door opens
>a light pink princess pony pokes her head out
>she looks a little bit shorter than Twilight
>but, in your present state, that's still tall enough to fucking tower over you
"Oh. You're that kid I'm supposed to be babysitting."
"Kid? The last time I was in this town you were a sperm cell in your daddy's ballsack-"
"Ew! That's fucking disgusting!"
"Listen, how about making us some dinner? I'm starving down here."
>Flurry scoffs
"It's, like, 6 at night. Don't you have a bed time or something?"
"You mean 6 in the afternoon?"
"No. I mean 6 at night."
>Flurry Heart becomes the second alicorn princess today to turn her nose up at you
"It's, like, bedtime for little fillies."
>the princess's horn glows
>you instinctively clench your butt cheeks
>when you open your eyes, you're locked in what seems to be a guest bedroom in the castle


>Fly me to the moon edition

>Be filly.

>You stand on bridge.
>Infront of you mechanical trojan horse is submerged to its head.
>Its head is staring at you with crystal orbs that glow yellow.
>Above the horse on a platfrom even higher up stands, Twilight Sparkle.
"Mom!" you shout towards her.
>She looks down on you with displeased broed half lidded eyes.
"Anon, I summon you here for you to pilot the gaint magical horse golem you see before you," she says.
>You lower your head and look towards the ground.
"Oh, so that's why you summon me," you whisper.
>Somehow Twilight manage to hear you from up there.
"Yes, Equestria is under attack from alicorns. You are the only one that can syncronize with the horse."
>Twilight's vice demanding and strong.
>Your voice came out as sacred whimpering.
>You can still not look up and face your momfu's gaze.
"No…" you whine.
>Twilight raises an eyebrow.
"No… U… Reee…" you say inaudiblely so even Twilight can hear it.


Thank you, based writefag.


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>Fly Me To The Mood Edition
big mood


Unknown. …wasn't 7chan's anon blue? I never went there regularly myself, but I've seen some archived stuff.


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M-moar please? I-I edited something for you…


something something teal, something something reee


Fuck off.


Do you really want more? I wanted to write something later so I might actually do that.
But I got three hours of studying to do before that.


Take your time, not immediately of course. I've always enjoyed your greens here, despite the fact that you have a bad habit of never finishing them…


/r/ Draw me some sad fillies.


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Bat fillies like cookies too ya'know.


>last pic
UwU and huge potential.
I love that idea.


#1 is a qt3.14


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Also, btw that was quick and well done. How did you do that?


Have things get in the way for now will get back to this in like more than twelve hours.
Wow, you are making me blush.


Just found an image on derpi and paintbucketed it a few times. It just so happened that a ponified Rei already existed, and I've learned how to fuck around with hex values over time.
That's alright, I'm sure it'll be worth the wait.


She just got /FILLY'd/


Breddy gud mane


Is that new. It looks nice.


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what does your heart yearn for but can never have, fillyfriends? it seems like the only things i ever desire are things i can never possibly obtain, why does the brain work this way. how does one feel pleasure beyond busting a nut or smoking something or popping something? why does the brain get so tired and disinterested in these things, every time you find a new way to cleave through the despair within days or even hours all you feel is that same pit in your gut, i want to feel desire again, how do you get interested in life when blanking out on the job doesnt even work anymore


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None of us are happy. Over time, I've simply learned to grin and bear it.
My heart desires to be the filly, to be an object of desire for qt mares to fawn over and live my days out having childish schenanigans with you all, as I consider you to be the closest thing I'll ever have to friends. I want this because I feel my childhood was pulled out from under me too soon and I yearn for some way to recapture that feeling.
Some asshole is playing sad music on the piano right now and it isn't helping.


>"my childhood was pulled out from under me too soon"
>expressing the feel that your childhood was neutered
I think most of /mlpol/ would agree (((who))) is to blame for this loss of innocence and unhappy state of emotion. All that we can do past spending the rest of our lives in VR-induced "wet" dreams like (((they))) want is organizing so that our children can have that childhood we never got to.

"If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace."
>Thomas Paine


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No, do not be a Doomer. Never acknowledge your cuckoldry. Do not accept sub-humans to be (((superior))) to you in all ways like a good shabbos goyim. Always question the degenerate mutting that produced this degeneration.


stay safe tim


>sunlight filters dimly in through the thick crystal walls
>you roll over
>your limbs stretch out into your sight
>your limbs?
>thick crystal walls?
>is this the work of some kind of mad scientist?
>that was just Twilight
"Fucking damnit."
>and you're still under the power of Flurry fucking Heart
>you hop down to the floor
>you've gotta piss
>after a determined march to the door, you begin pounding on it as hard as you can
>which isn't very hard, under the circumstances
>so you throw in a little screeching
"McFlurry! Let me out of here!"
>silence is your answer
"I'm gonna piss on the fucking floor if I don't get out of here!"
>you're rearing up now, pounding with both forehooves
"Flurry fucking Heart! I'm gonna-"
>the door flies open
>you go sprawling across the floor
>an angry teenage alicorn sticks her head in the room
"It is 10 in the morning what do you want?!"
"10 in the-"
>you shake your head
"Bitch, I gotta piss."
>you squirm your way through Flurry Heart's legs into the passageway
>you begin storming off toward the bathroom
>wait a second
"Hey, where's the bathroom?"

>now that that's done

>you seem to be free to roam about the castle
>you're still hungry, so you decide to look for the kitchen
>given how utterly unhelpful Flurry Heart has been, you're willing to give cooking with hooves another go
>you mean, what's the worst that could happen?
>a grease fire?
>it's not like crystal burns down
>making your way through long passages and winding stairs proves to be no easy task on stubby filly legs
>somewhere on the ground floor, you notice a double set of swinging doors
>the small windows set in them show that the room beyond is gleaming white
>with your oversized filly head, you nudge open the doors and tumble inside
>oh yeah, it's a kitchen
>appliances, counters, utensils
>it's even got big white hats hanging up on hooks
>there's a big walk-in fridge, but you have to use a stool to reach the handle
>inside the fridge, you look for something that seems easy to cook
>something you're not likely to fuck up, even with these big goofy hooves
>how about those eggs?
>reaching into a low shelf with both hooves, you carefully pull out a carton of eggs
>but as soon as the carton comes free of the shelf
>and the eggs are on the floor, leaking yellow egg-fluids all over the place
>oh, shit, busted
>the princess of teenaged angst is glaring at you from the entrance of the fridge


"You're making a giant mess!"
"You wanna make my damn breakfast for me? Shut the fuck up."
>Flurry Heart scoffs
"I'm not cooking for you. The palace has cooks for that."
>the princess scans the room uncertainly
"I just need to find them…"
>then her eyes lock onto something out of sight
>she trots over to it
>you get out of the fridge and follow her
>she's looking at something on a counter, but it's too high for you to see
>then she magically levitates the object in front of her face
>it's a note
"Dear Flurry. I gave the servants the weekend off. There's plenty of stuff in the fridge for you and…"
>she squints
"How do you say that? Ah-non-er… Uh-nan-ny…?"
"Just call me Anon."
"There's plenty of stuff in the fridge for you and Anon to make food with. Love, Dad."
"Well that explains that then. I thought it seemed awful empty here."
>your companion offers no reply
"Uh, princess? Are you all right? McFlurry? Are you breathing?"

"What are we gonna do? How are we gonna eat? I'm gonna starve to death!"
>the princess of moodiness suddenly seems a lot less moody
>and a lot more panicked
"Geez, calm down. First of all, nobody ever starved to death in two days. Second of all, you can just cook for yourself."
"Me? Cook? I don't know how to cook!"
"It's not that hard. Just open up the fridge, I'll-"
"You can cook? Oh, thank the Heart. Here-"
>the princess magically drops one of those big chef hats on your head, and a pile of cooking utensils in front of you
"Well, I can cook theoretically, but…"
>you stick a hoof into the pile of utensils, attempting, somehow, to grab a big wooden spoon
"I can't really grip things."
"What do you mean you can't grip things?! It's the easiest shit in the world! You just…"
>with physics-defying ease, Flurry Heart takes the spoon with her hoof and waves it around
"What even are you doing? I have no idea what I'm seeing here."
>and moodiness makes its triumphant comeback on Flurry Heart's face
"Ugh! How can you be this stupid?"
"Listen. I'm fucking hungry. I assume you're fucking hungry. Just grab some shit and I'll tell you what to do with it."
"But that's servant work!"
>it's really taking a lot of effort not to have a stroke right now
"No, it's functional adult work."
>Flurry blinks
"Adult work?"
"Yeah, yeah, you'll be real grown-up once you can make your own food."
>the princess of insecurity averts her eyes from yours and scowls
"Okay, fine. Just tell me what to do."
>you push the stool over to the counter and climb on top
"We'll start with something simple. You'll need peanut butter, jelly, and sliced bread."
>with what you're sure is a needless waste of energy, Flurry Heart teleports the listed ingredients onto the table before her
"Get a knife, too."
>a giant fucking meat cleaver levitates from the pile of utensils
"Not that fucking knife! Grab a butter knife."
"A what?"
"A little knife. One that's not so sharp."
>a steak-knife appears on the counter before Flurry Heart
>close enough
>also, why do herbivores have steak knives?
>or meat cleavers, for that matter
"Okay. Stick the knife into the peanut butter… take a big scoop of it… Good, now spread it out onto a slice of bread."
>this, too, requires a few minutes of coaching
>but in the end, you see one slice of bread with a thick layer peanut butter spread across its surface
"That's not too bad. Now, onto the jelly. Wipe that-"
>that's when the peanut butter on the bread catches fire
>you end up having bare bread-slices for breakfast


Innocently plotting her escape


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id just find stuff to sell for munchies, those wouldnt catch fire


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Good to see some new green around here. Any plans to continue?


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I remember that pic, it's a qt




>McFlurry sent you to "time-out" after breakfast
"Because I'm the babysitter, and I say so."
>it doesn't seem she quite believes that you're old enough to be her dad
>no matter
>if you're going to be treated like a child
>you can act like a child
>before getting telepoofed to your guest-room, you stepped on that giant meat cleaver
>on the flat of it, don't worry
>you didn't know if it would work
>but since it seems like the same thing as hoof-grabbing the thing, you figured that it might
>now you're a small filly alone in a room with a big, sharp blade
>grabbing the thing with your hooves is out of the fucking question
>so, reluctantly, you take it up in your mouth
>hopefully it doesn't give you AIDS
>you rear up on your hind hooves
>rest on the door with your forehooves
>and bring the corner of the blade close to the lock
>oh, sure, the cleaver is too big to pick the lock properly with
>but if you jam it in enough times you might break the lock
>there's an obvious risk somewhere in this plan
>but you don't feel like thinking about that right now
>now the nice thing about being turned into an earth pony
>there'd probably be a steep learning curve to magic or wings
>but earth pony superstrength?
>that's intuitive enough
>you smash the knife into the lock
>and then
>you do it again
>and because that wasn't unsafe enough
>you keep doing it til your neck is too sore to swing the blade anymore
>at that point, you toss it onto the floor behind you and examine the lock
>yep, it's definitely ruined
>now, either you can open it
>or it'll never be unlocked again
>you're not entirely sure how this works, but shooting the lock always works in movies, so…
>with your teeth around the doorknob, you…
>open the door
>all right
>time for some mischief


Yeah. It's not gonna be a terribly long green, but if nothing comes up IRL then it should go on for at least a day or two longer.


I've liked the green so far. It's good, and it's a refreshing change of pace from the usual fare.


Pretty good. Please post this story in PTFG.


Are you kidding me, Nigel…


”Aryanne, prepare Anon for the cockpit,” Twilight ordered.
>Aryanne, who had brought you here and who was standing next to you, saluted.
”Mädchen horse, ze has to follow me,” she turnexd and gestured for you to follow her.
>You jerk your head towards Aryanne and look at her with wide eyes.
”You can't be serious. I have never pilot something like this before,” you squick.
>At the end of your sentence you point towards the golem horse.
>Aryanne looks at you with pitying expression.
>She looks back up to Twilight for guidence.
>Twilight's upper lip is raised and there is a crease between her eyebrows.
>She directs this expression towards you pirdefully.
>And you look away from her gaze as fast as you turned towards her.
”If you don't do it, evveryone will die. Is that what you want?” Twilight asks you darkly.
”No, but I can't to it. You must have someone else?” You shout out but still not meeting your mother's gaze.
”No, there is no else.” Twilight states the words calmly.
>Aryanne steps closely to you.
>You turn to face her.
>Your eyes lock with her pleading ones.
”Please, little mädchen horse. Do it for ze race. Do it for Equestria. Do it for me,” Aryanne emphasize the last sentence.
>Looking into those needing and beautiful blue eyes, you could bear to tell her no.
”Okay,” you said while nodding. Her eyes shone up. ”I will do it.”
>You looked up for Twilight's reeaction.
>You found that she had a smirk on her lips.
>You couldn't decide if the smirk was condecending or prideful.
”Great. Then Aryanne, get her ready,” Twilight said.
”Yes, madam Sparkle,” she said as she saluted enthusatically. ”This way Mädchen horse.”
>You followed her as she walked up a few stairs some bridges until they had finally arrived on a platform just above the back of the golem.
>There a saddle was mounted onto the back that lined up with the platform perfectly.
>A doorway into the saddle was such that they could walk in through it from the platfrom.
>As you were intpection the doorway into the golem, Aryanne had walked away and brought back a small helmet for a filly your size.
>You put it on.
>However as you put the helmet on your head you notice that it looks peculiar as it also covers her forehead.
>On the helmet on the area that covered your forehead, three sticks stick out and between them a disk is placed.
>While inspecting this weird desgin of the helmet, you notice that between the disk and yout helmet is a thine needle that gatches your eyes with its gleams.
>You don't like how it is lined up in the direction of your head.
”Wha-what is the needle for?” you ask Aryanne.
”It iz for synchronization with the the horse. You need to open ze third eye. Now thiz will sting a little,” Aryanne says.
”What do you mean-”
>Aryanne smacked the disk on your helmet and the needle penetrated your forehead.
”Ahh!” you scream and shut your eyes.
>When you open your eyes again, the golem, Aryanne, and eerything else around you is gone and replaced with opened lanscape with a white sky and a black ground.
”Where am I? Aryanne?” you call out.
>You hear a loud thud behnd you and the ground shakes so much that you almost fall over.
>When you get your balance back, you turn around to see what that was.
>Behind you, you face a something gaint.
>You wanted gasp but instead you just fall back on the ground as your hindlegs buckle beneath under you without uttering a single sound.
>The gaint was in the shape of a pony however, its legs were longer than what was usual for ponies.
>It was a gaint horse that was now currently looking at her with its yellow eyes.
>It was brown with a black mane and tail.
>It look like a mare.
>When it moved, it moved slowly towards her.
>Each step caused a small earthquake that made you bounce on the ground.
>On of these quakes makes you wake up from your befuddlement and start screaming.
>Your scream stir you awake and you realise that you are back on the platfrom with Aryanne looking down on you worriedly.


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Minor miner


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G-god damn, loving this. Thank you Sven, you're great.


Wow, really. Thanks for those kind words. I am grateful.
I have a test coming up so I might not post more until I am done with it.


Quads of good luck.


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I'm liking this, I wonder what mischief filly will get into.


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"You know Alex, I might just take you up on that deal," you say, offering up a hoof to shake upon it. He accepts, but adds, "can't guarantee they'll actually take you up on it, but I can get your hoof in the door."

His words make you feel a little bit deflated. Maybe you won't be able to get to Disneyland after all. Not that it's something you really feel you need to do, but you'd rather not let your friends down. The rest of the way towards the airport, you spend your time thinking about some alternative ways to get your friends on the Disneyland trip they were hoping for. Most of these require making a fair bit of money, however, and you're not sure if they'll still be as hyped for the trip by the time you acquire said money.

When you finally make it to the airport, you notice that the smoke has cleared considerably, and there do appear to be planes moving about, so your hopes get up a little bit. You make your way into the main building, and discover very quickly that despite a bit of chaos, the airport is still running. People and a few ponies are moving through security just fine, perhaps because one of the TSA agents is now an orange filly. You don't think you recall seeing any cases of age regression among the rest of the residents of Fargo, though it is entirely possible that some of those involved in crashes lately may have suffered a problem of sudden leg shrinkage as a result of becoming foals rather than fully grown mares and stallions.

"Hey Alex, do we still need to go through…"

"No," he offers rather quickly. "Private flights don't need to go through security because there's no chance you're going to hijack your own aircraft. When it's time to fly, we'll be getting in a van that will drive us up to the plane."


"We still have to wait a couple of hours though, since the plane is currently en route. And all of the shopping is past the security checkpoint, which you can't enter without a boarding pass. If you've got any plans for how to kill some time until we board, I'm all ears though."


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Sorry for no updates in… what seems to be about 8 days, guys. Had a combination of writer's block, some work to do (helped my sister move back in with my mom, dealt with a bunch of crap in getting a research paper published), and crossing the state yesterday so I can start another year on my PhD next week. Thankfully I didn't decide to cheap out and take a bus though. Flying is nice and I should do it more often.


>flying is nice
Can't say I agree with you, man. I've flown around ten or so times in my life and I can't think of anything redeeming except the view - which is only for a short portion of the trip since you're not often close enough to ground or at a good diagonal angle or even seated by the window to see. Plus people in populated areas like Cali have really bad manners on the plane.


>Flying is nice and I should do it more often.
Not to me, usually it results in 3 days almost deaf and a week feeling sick. Plus the burden of to be considered sort of a criminal just for to dare to choose that transportation. I'll pass.


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Finally decided to properly update this shite, I hope you guys like it



>Plus the burden of to be considered sort of a criminal just for to dare to choose that transportation



Checked, scanned, and surely some day also patted by the TSA's Affirmative Action employees is not my idea of travel.


Are the other two pilots gonna be teal filly and red filly?


Wait until you've flown more than a couple of times, you'll come to loathe it like any normal human being. I personally would rather drive almost anywhere.
Words cannot express how much I love you right now.


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this one's fun


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it is WEDNESDAY my fillies






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I'll show (You) a "hump day"


Twilight I wet myself again



>actually, after roaming about the castle for a while, there's no obvious mischief to cause
>yeah, you could break some shit
>yeah, you could kick food all over the place
>yeah, you could take a big horseshit all over the floor
>but none of that is really speaking to you, you know?
>eventually, you settle on grabbing the steak knife from the kitchen
>you head up to the door of McFlurry's room with the handle in your mouth
>no, this hasn't turned into a slasher
>you put the tip of the blade to the surface of the door
>unfortunately, you can't be very precice doing this with your mouth
>but perhaps the art of what you're about to do lies within its very crudeness
>you scratch out a curve
>another curve below that
>a straight-ish line protruding from the curves
>parallel to that, another line
>and, connecting those, one more line
>you step back and admire your handiwork
>or is that mouthiwork?
>Flurry Heart's bedroom door is now graced with a big, poorly-drawn horsecock
>you squint
>actually, it's kind of faint
>you can't really see it unless you're looking straight at it
>better trace over it a few times
>you're about to put the knife to the door again
>when it's flung open
"What are you doing?!"

"Eh wehr jeh, ehr-"
>you spit the knife out
"I was just, uh, trying to see about getting some lunch."
>Flurry groans
"Fine. This time it better be easy."
"Yes, of course, peanut butter and jelly was clearly too advanced for you."
>the gangly princess stalks out of her room
>you follow behind
>but not before glancing back at the door
>holy kek she really didn't notice
>down in the kitchen, you instruct your pupil to grab a box of instant macaroni
"The fuck is that?"
>you go diving through cabinets til you find what you're looking for
"Ew, poor-people food."
>ignoring that
"Use that alicorn magic of yours to fill up that pot with water, and set it down on the stovetop right there."
>now, you know what the audience is thinking
>"but, Anon, if McFlurry can burn PB&J, why would you trust her with a hot stove?"
>simple answer:
>you wouldn't
>while she's getting the water, you grab the wooden spoon and push the stool over to the stove
>you clamber up the stool to the gratifying sight of a potful of water
>at the flick of a switch, the magic-based heating element activates
"Can you tear open that box and set it over here?"
>Flurry brings the box
>and also a question
"What are you gonna do here? I thought you couldn't cook."
"I can't figure out how to make these hooves work, but I think I can stir a spoon with my mouth just fine."
"Is that sanitary?"
"Probably not, but I've seen them do that at the bakery in Ponyville, and they're not shut down yet."
>the water came to a boil way faster than you thought it would
>this magic stove apparently gets way hotter than your lonely campfires on the road ever did
"All right, pour that shit in."
>with the spoon in your mouth, you don't say anything for a while
>Flurry Heart doesn't say anything either
>she's watching you stir the macaroni curiously
>ah, man
>the hot steam blowing into your face isn't great
>but it sure does feel nice to be successfully doing something for yourself again
>after the five minutes specified on the box, you reckon that lunch is done
>better have Flurry get the strainer ready
>you turn to point at the sink
>too bad you forgot to take the spoon out of your mouth first
>now your macaroni is all over the floor
>you have bare bread-slices for lunch too


>at the very least, there was no bullshit "time-out" after lunch
>not that you could be contained anymore with that broken lock
>but still, it's the thought that counts
>or, maybe the lack of thought
>the princess seemed sulky about something when she stalked off into the castle
>you're gonna wander now
>the courtyard gets boring pretty quick
>who makes a garden out of lifeless crystals in the middle of a fucking crystal empire?
>you could stare at the walls all day and see the same damn thing
>the palace library library has a few interesting titles
>too bad most of them are out of your reach
"I'm gonna go sit on Candyass's throne."
>you find the throne room
>it's a great hall with three fancy thrones at the end
>you're guessing the big one with the blue heart on it is Cadance's
>oh yeah, you plop your ass down on it
>you start making airy-fairy gestures with your hooves
"Hi, my name is Princess That's Amore Pizza Lasagna Candyass, and I love everyone til I'm behind your back!"
>hey wait a second
>is there supposed to be a giant hole in the middle of the throne room?
>and if so, is it supposed to have a winding staircase that descends into an ominous black abbyss?
>also, should you explore it?


>down the steps you go
>the further you go, the darker it gets
>and the darker it gets, the louder the voices get
>no, not the voices in your head
>all around, you can hear what sounds like dozens of voices speaking in frantic whispers
>actually, you hope those voices are just in your head
>this feels like something Sombra would have enjoyed
>Sombra was a good bro sometimes
>too bad about that whole "going insane again and kidnapping a baby" thing
>actually, that baby was Flurry Heart, wasn't it?
>your hoof nearly slips on a rock and gives you a heart attack
"Man, it sure is fucking dark down here."
>as if on command, an eerie swirl of green and purple light emanates from no apparent source
>down into the heart of darkness
>finally, you attempt to step down another stair, but find only level ground
"Fucking finally."


>the space on the bottom is a small room with a little red door
>some sort of warning sign has been bolted to the door
>in the dim light, it takes a little effort to read what it says
>"Fear Door. Opening this door will result in visions of one's own worst fears. Proceed with caution. Entry prohibited except for personnel with H-class clearance or higher."
>well you used to be pretty good friends with Twilight
>that's gotta be at least H clearance
>whatever the fuck H clearance means
>with a little effort, you reach the doorknob
>the door creaks open to a pitch-black abyss
>and as you peer into the abyss…
>so too does the abyss peer into you
>and visions from a nightmare world overwhelm your senses
>your carefree life of wandering has been brought to an end!
>you've been transformed into a helpless little filly!
>your bidalism!
>your opposable thumbs!
>oh, shit, does this make you a tranny?!
>Twilight Sparkle has taken complete control of your life!
>even kids are infantilizing you!
"Wait a second, I'm already living this."
>you throw the door shut
"Dumb door."
>hang on
>the doorknob seems to have slid to the other side of the door
>you reach up to open it again
>this time the door opens to a wide space
>in the center of the space is an ivory tower
>a spiral staircase wraps around the tower's exterior


Do really have nothing better to do?


Chink filly is honorary


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>"Excellent, I've been needing a test subject for quite some time now."
>"Hold still while I tear out your cunt."


>Just a curtain for lood fillies

Glad to see this continued


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Filly, now with cybernetics for 30% added saddness. Also not flame retardant.


But cybernetics are cool.
I bet filly's new hoof can flip people off.


>A borgfilly


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y-yes pls


Please eat a dick


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I made the little faggot into a plushie. She can't escape non-consensual cuddle abuse now.


I want to motorboat that filly.


Don't make me get the newspaper!


>up the damn tower you go
>trying real hard not to think about the long walk back to that throne room
>wondering just what you're going to find at the top
>wondering, more importantly, why so many damn stairs?
>times like this, you really miss being a six-foot biped
>each step becomes a chore in itself
>you have to place both forehooves on each new step
>and pull your hindquarters up with your whole upper body
>your heart is thumping like a jackhammer in your throat by the time you reach the top
>hang on
>just catch your breath real quick
>aw man
>Twilight's gonna have to send a rescue party when she gets back
>there's no way you're doing all that climbing all over again
>you shake your head, and get up
>a pointed arch covers the entrance to a room
>stepping inside, you find that it's lined with bookshelves
>the tomes on the shelves are dark and leather-bound
>which is pretty edgy when you consider that cows can talk in this world
>in the middle of the room…
>Flurry Heart lies still on a couch
>this feels like an awfully ominous place to be finding a teenaged pink princess horse
>stepping closer, you can see the slow rising and falling of her breast
>she's fast asleep
>tucked under her foreleg is a book
>"Darkstar's Practical Guide to Cooking With Black Magic"
>your eyebrows fly right off the top of your head
>holy shit
>you had no idea that this cooking thing was getting under Flurry's skin so bad
>m-maybe you should wake her up?
>or, uh, maybe…
>oh, look, there's another door
>better go explore what's beyond it
>away from the moody alicorn with the black magic cookbook
>on the other side of the door is the regular palace library
>oh thank fuck, you don't have to climb those stairs again
>carefully, so as not to disturb the sleeping princess, you shut the door behind you
>and when you blink, the door is gone
>well, maybe McFlurry's got the right idea anyhow
>about the napping, not the black magic
>after that walk, you're pretty tired
>you head out of the library and toward your guest room


"Anon, wake up. Dinner is ready."
>the Flurry Heart that's nudging you with her snout seems like a whole new pony
"Mh… what?"
>you sit up and rub your eyes
>for the first time all weekend, the princess of teen angst is actually smiling
>she seems so excited about something that she hasn't noticed the destroyed lock on the door
>once she sees that you're awake, she stands tall and grins down at you, her chest puffed out in pride
"Come on downstairs, Anon. Let's eat."
>remembering "Darkstar's Practical Guide to Cooking With Black Magic" makes you panic
>did she really turn to forbidden arts just to make dinner?
>dare you disobey this ominous dinner bell?
>you probably should
>but you don't
>you're following the lanky princess pony to the dining hall
>which would be hard enough with those stubby legs of yours
>but when she's practically prancing down the stairs?
>you cough
"I, uh, saw you asleep with that book. The black magic cookbook."
>well, you get your wish
>Flurry gasps, and stops so suddenly that you smack into her leg
"You saw that?! Oh, no, please don't tell my mom. I didn't use it or anything, I swear!"
"I won't, I promise. But if you didn't use the book, what did you do?"
>your question puts the grin back on Flurry Heart's face
>you walk along together at a slower pace as she explains
"Well, I started thinking to myself, how can I rule the Crystal Empire some day if I make some little filly do my cooking for me? I've gotta take control of my own destiny, you know?"
"I looked through, like, a million cookbooks to try and find a recipe I could do. And, uh, yeah, one of them was the one you saw."
"But literally none of them made any sense! I decided there was only one thing to do."
>you've come to the great crystal doors of the palace dining hall
"And what was that?"
>Flurry smiles, and flings open the doors with het magic
>on the table is laid out…
>a pair of large pizzas in cardboard boxes
"Give up and order takeout!"


>Twilight got done saving the world a little early
>so she came by to pick you up first thing Sunday morning
>Flurry invited "Auntie Twilight" to stay for tea and a chat
>Twilight was more than happy to stay and chat with her "favorite niece"
>even though Twilight ended up having to make the tea herself
"That's a wonderful story, Flurry Heart! Do you feel like you learned anything?"
>Flurry grins and sits a little straighter
"I learned that being an adult, and a princess, means taking care of myself. Sometimes, being a princess is going to mean facing tough situations, and I won't always be able to rely on servants or my parents."
>Twilight beams
"That's a wonderful lesson, Flurry Heart. You're absolutely right."
>oh, geez
>it's so sugary sweet you think your teeth are gonna fall out
>you blow on your tea again before dipping your tongue into it
>still too hot
"Truth be told, Flurry Heart, I was hoping Anon could help you learn that. I don't have many friends as naturally independent as he is."
>Flurry's eyebrow cocks at that
>Twilight chuckles awkwardly
"It's a, um, funny story."
>the younger princess is staring at you and blinking now
"Wait, so are you actually, like, really old and stuff?"
"I'm not even 40! That's not that old!"
>Twilight giggles
"That reminds me, Anon. I was hoping you would learn something too."
>learn something?
>you scratch your chin in thought
>oh, there is something you learned!
"I finally figured it out! Watch this shit."
>you pull the spoon out of your teacup, and hold it in your hoof triumphantly
"Look at that! I don't even know how that works! Isn't it great?"
>Twilight sighs
"I'm happy for you, Anon. But that wasn't quite the lesson I hoped you would learn."
>you shrug
"Twilight, I was cooking beans over an open fire in the middle of Pineywood Swamp when your spell abducted me. Like you said, I already know a thing or two about self-reliance."
"Well, that's why I was hoping you'd learn about relying on others."
"As we approach middle-age, we're going to find that sometimes there are challenges we can't overcome on our own. Relying on others to a certain degree will not only help you win the day, but it will also forge the bonds of friendship between yourself and those around you!"
>you eyeball the spoon in your hoof
"Twilight, I can sort of see where you're coming from, but…"
>Twilight yelps as the spoon from your hoof bounces off of her forehead
"Fuck off."


The end. Pastebin, on the off chance you ever want to read this again, is here: https://pastebin.com/TApCMeV1


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What's stopping you?




It was great, thanks friendo.


Thank you, this helped my diet get the right amount of greens.


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This stupid lewd shitpost helped me to salvage my day somewhat.



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My filly is glad that her butt helped you out somewhat.
Don't worry friend, we'll all be in horseland soon.


I find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad
I hope you all get to horseland, fillies you all deserve it.


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Don't say that shit like you're not coming with us, faggot.
An hero doesn't save you.


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The ride never ends friend. Not even in poneland.
>I find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad
The memes in which I'm equine are the best I've ever had.


Just, stop trying, dude. None of us are reincarnating as fillies. None of us are reincarnating. None of us are going to any variation of any afterlife. Our meaningless lives will end and in twenty years nobody will even remember our names. The lives we lead will never improve. The hands we were dealt in life will never be shuffled around or made any better. We will all be porn-addicted subhumans with no meaning in their lives past the vain hope that ONE DAY we might see a fantasy show come to life.


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Yeah, but look at this. I drew a filly.


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Oh dear, you will indeed get nowhere thinking like that.
Calm down my Filly, deep breaths now when the big sleep comes the brain enters a state in which first you see all your memories, once that ends you will see "the light" this Is your brain's last breaths before adrenaline kicks in and you enter the third state; A really, really long dream in which your brain generates whatever kind of place you imagine you'll end up after death, it is just a dream a very long one, and also "heaven" or horseland.
If you believe theres nothing after death, your last moments will be just darkness dont do this to yourself, anon.


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Not with that attitude, Anon.
We're all gonna be fillies, and I'm gonna find you the second I do and call you a faggot.


>If you believe theres nothing after death, your last moments will be just darkness
Fuck off Peter Pan. No matter how hard you wish it, it will not happen. Even if that actually happened, you'd just be d e l u d i n g y o u r s e l f into dreaming of something. Dreams fucking suck. They always have, always will.


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calm down dude holy shit


I won't hold my breath, faggot.


No. Fuck you.


Anon, how do you know you're not dead already and this is your death dream?
Are you really in control?
Please anon, dont hurt yourself like that.


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Well you won't have any breath to hold in the eternal void.
It'll just be you, and those very same thoughts putting you down in your head, forever.
Eternal fillydom as an alternative sounds pretty nice, eh?


>>>>>are you in control?
Nigger did I stutter? I just said, at great length, that our agency is null and void. That includes me.

I wouldn't even be surprised if this were one big dream. Because every dream I've ever had was a shit dream.


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I appreciate your hard core pragmatism but the case for reincarnation can't be fully ruled out yet: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ian_Stevenson#Reception


It sounds like you wish you had a higher purpose and the idea of being a meaningless being hurts you enough to try and destroy any "faggot that hopes its any different"
But i never claimed we had a purpose, we're just like rocks in the landscape no one will see, slowly turning into sand.
I think you should address that anon, having that doomy doom doom inside you can only hurt, and i dont want to see you hurt


This. In either case suffering for the sake of suffering, can be… intersting to experience, but unnecessary.

Damn, Thats a new post since I've been here.

Oh, you poor ignorant soul for if you have seen what I have you too would have unceasing hope for the future of our race, our world, our friends, and our 'deaths'.

Yes, currently the situation is bleak as it normally is. A fate worse than death around the corner, but if you've experienced what I have you too would know why.

>None of us are reincarnating as fillies.

There are other methods too, but I assume you mean to simply be filly. When our tasks, and work here is done. We'll stride to where we must go next not out of violence or external force, but of inner will.
>None of us are going to any variation of any afterlife.
There are more things between heaven, and Earth. Things that will boggle the scientific mind.
>Our meaningless lives will end
Like how every human that came before us did.
Most people don't remember their names, but without them we wouldn't be here. The future will look back one day, and possibly say "I'm fucking glad they did what they did. Here's to you lost in a great struggle!"
>in twenty years nobody will even remember our names.
That's fine for me.
>The lives we lead will never improve.
If we do nothing. If nothing changes for the better then yes we will never improve if we do nothing, or worse than nothing.
>The hands we were dealt in life will never be shuffled around or made any better.
In the next that may change.
>We will all be porn-addicted subhumans
Every day you can change what you do, and who you are. You can choose how you will react to the outside world.
>with no meaning in their lives past the vain hope that ONE DAY we might see a fantasy show come to life.
There is self defined meaning, and any kind you wish to believe in. Unless you believe it is meaningless, but that is up to you to decide for yourself.
That one hope keeps many from the brink for now.
I think that your hypothesis isn't quite correct.
>No matter how hard you wish it, it will not happen.
Ah, that's the problem. You can not make wishes into reality.
You must take reality by the balls, and tell it nicely exactly what is going to happen.
>Even if that actually happened, you'd just be d e l u d i n g y o u r s e l f into dreaming of something.
That's life. It is the most consistent dream.
>Dreams fucking suck. They always have, always will.
They don't have to be that way though.

>Nigger did I stutter? I just said, at great length, that our agency is null and void. That includes me.
>I wouldn't even be surprised if this were one big dream. Because every dream I've ever had was a shit dream.
Alrightly mate I have a religious experience for you.
Go outside, and find a stick.
Toss it straight into the air, then once it falls follow that direction until you find the next stick.
You will find something… LIFE CHANGING

I believe in you.


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Life's not so bad. You were born just in time to shitpost about cartoon ponies on the internet with us. You can laugh, and smile, and make poorly drawn memes in microsoft paint to share laughs and smiles with others. I don't know what real-life struggles you're going through to make you think like that, but at the end of the day there's at least some goodness in your life as long as you can frenpost.


T-that sounds fun
am i an autist?


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based frenposter



It can be very fun.
It's a basic Occult thingy to find something, anything. Tends to be the more complex, or distant it is the longer it takes.
But, I'm cheating… a lot.
You can try it too frien!
You could even do it via the internet with a random direction spinner. I think…


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Nice hitler dubs but that doesn't change the fact that we're all going to die without making an impact on anyone's life a generation removed from you. "Good" stopped existing the moment Jews got their grubby kike hands on our money. No, scratch that, "good" stopped existing when Marxism took root in Germany.

>throw a stick in the air until you reach enlightenment

>implying there are even sticks in my area
>implying I don't already know about the great people of the past and the beauty of the Aryan peoples
>implying reaching enlightenment is worth the pain of knowing it will never, read my lips ever, be like that again


I'll totally do it anon, thank you very much for this new thing!
I knew it was a good idea to spy on the fillies


Not even worth the effort. I'd rather just sit here and rot while you're all subjected to me.


But anon enlightement lets you control your emotions and brain perfectly
Should i?
Oh the sweet release of this carnal prison


No such thing as perfect control. No such thing as control.


You just controlled what was in that post.

So no u


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We are all pawns, controlled by something greater. Can you guess what that something greater is?


>we're all going to die without making an impact on anyone's life a generation removed from you
So what?
>"Good" stopped existing
No it didn't. Good got pushed out of mainstream institutions with power, sure, but good still exists within daily life. A mother whispers excitedly into her child's ear while pointing at a spectacle the child has never seen before. A guy shares a smoke with his buddy. A butterfly floats past your face. The kikes can't take that away from us. No one can.


Perfect as in relative to our standarts, dont go pulling the everything Is relative card on me now anon.


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That's good to hear. There is some more occult stuff on /vx/.

Thanks for the check friend.
Tomorrow will be the day everything in your life changes around for (You) for the better. It won't be the best day of your life, but it will be the best day so far.
>Screen cap this.
> "Good" stopped existing the moment Jews got their grubby kike hands on our money. No, scratch that, "good" stopped existing when Marxism took root in Germany.
"Good" stopped existing when the Jews, and the Muslims started their existence.
If you do it go back far, far into the past.
They killed Rome, and sucked the life out of every civilization they occupied. Again, and again running away. Removed from that place.
Now that the whole world is watching there will be no safety for them in any hell infested corner of this Earth, or the Stars that can save them.
Hypothetically speaking of course.


Then what do you have to lose?


>daily life


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we're all gonna die, our world's ruled by money, who cares?

just enjoy the filly ass


You've been alive every day of your life so far, haven't you? Thus, you have a daily life.


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My mom.


>hedonistic nihilism
This is why filly is doomed to die a slow, painful death by a thousand dopamine spikes.

I'm talking about those events, not the concept of daily life. I have not once experienced or seen those things experienced in my life.

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow
It hasn't been "tomorrow" for at least three fucking years. Stop kidding yourself cunt.


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Literally nobody has ever done you a favor? Nobody has ever checked to see you walking behind them and held the door before you got there? Nobody has ever smiled at you? You've never even seen a cute animal photo on the internet? To be quite frank, I don't believe you.


Amen to that.
What I exactly mean is that in the next Moon, Earth rotation when the relation to your perspective just before the sun rises will be the time everything changes.
If it didn't tell me everything about your day. No details missing.


I've seen the second one, but in a service position job where I'm seeing hundreds of people a day, that's not exactly a sign of genuine camaraderie. As for animal videos, I ceased to gain anything from them years ago.

Woke up at 10. Took a piss. walked a dog. Spent the next four hours trying to enjoy myself in one of my >100 steam games. Failed. Went to the bathroom. Walked a dog. Got into an argument with one of my only friends. Went back to looking for someone online to talk to. Fail miserably. Try SCP Secret Laboratory. Give up after an hour of spawning and dying in quick succession. Delete my entire steam friends list, as I do every few months. Come to /mlpol/. Lurk for a few hours. Post in this thread.

Anything else you'd like to know?


thanks for the (You)s frens


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>>hedonistic nihilism
kek, what would you call what you have then, anon?

i'd just rather enjoy what little i have, then think about when and how it'll crumble.
things like our existence is too much for anyone to handle thought of, we're still just creatures on a planet

just try to stop overthinking things, we're all here now, and all we can do as 1 of 7 billion is just try to better and enjoy ourselves, or die
as you said, everyone else is pulling the strings


>what would you call what you have then, anon?
Just nihilism. No debasement and degeneracy for me.

That being said, I'm getting out the whiskey.


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>We will all be porn-addicted subhumans
then you lied
or are you not into hooves?


That'll do it fren.
What you ate would be neat too, but not needed for the magic to work.
Just have to do it for tomorrows activities.
I'm looking forward to what you do.

Also don't forget to toss the stick.



I had leftover refried beans around noon today. That's it. Other than that, water, tea, Gatorade, and now Jameson.


Have anything to eat for dinner tonight?


I have things in the fridge and freezer, but I'm not eating.


>I have things in the fridge and freezer
That's good.
>I'm not eating.
Any reason why?


Isn't apathy reason enough?


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1) >ywn, and 2) Is she really? I'm seriously doubting it.


The next step after actually knowing the TRUTH about reality is to learn ironic appreciation or kys.

And yes she is worth it… look at that hair!!!


Can I have ya stuff?


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>ywn sensually fuck kys filly
Why live?

Also does anyone have the 'how to treat your waifu' chart by this guy?


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Do it for her.


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Thanks Anon, I always try.


Imagine doing things to please someone who not only isn't alive, but never existed and never will.


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Fucking Rick and Morty fag. Get out.


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It's okay to be afraid
When you're staring face to face
With Time that's gone to waste


In a society built on kike philosophy, kike money, and kike sexual relations, all time is wasted time, unless that time is spent toppling that society. And what precisely do you think I can do to topple a government backed by hundreds of thousands of soldiers, all trained in military weapons and given vehicles like jets and helicopters?


Fuck off with the unrelated political shit. You've got a whole site for this


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>off topic
Relax, this is an anonfilly thread fren.



God I wish this was me


Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up you blackpilled nigger. You're going to accomplish absolutely nothing, you're completely worthless, and nobody gives a fuck. You're absolutely right. Now that we've come to an agreement on that, could you kindly get the fuck out of this thread and hurry up with the noose?



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Everyone needs to get /comfy/ in this thread.

Sleep tight, poner.


Sleep tight, poner.
I hope I can sleep tight, too


Pony time. Topic: What if Anonfilly cutie mark actually made her do what it says. (Different meanings everyday still a (?) mark .) (I.E. the cutiepox)
>It's long days work for a someone like me.
>Taking a long drag on the fried hay tendie. Smoke billows out into the new office.
>"Anonymous! What did you do to the kitc…"
>Hard Apple juice on the rocks. The rim salted to mask the flavor of dispair inside.
"Hey toots, didn't think you would check in on a guy like me at this hour."
>The desk was covered with papers detailing cases. It's been a while since my retirement, but I could still do it like the best of 'em.
>"It's in the middle of the afternoon."
>So it was. Sharp tool in the shed, but it only matters on how the cookie crumbles.
"Look sweet cheeks- Urk." >>238276
>"Anonymous. What happened to the encyclopedia of seriously harmful mysterious unresolved cases?!"
>A book full of shmucks I should have seen it coming a mile away.
"It's all coming together Sparkle."
>If I still had the tendie I would bite into it. I didn't.
"Don't you see it's the zig-"
>Water boarding torture this time with soap. They can't crack a tough private eye like myself.

>They stole all the cases, cleared the whole space, but a memory like mine knows what's important.

>It's time to vist Zecora my only informant on the zigger underworld, and the griffon backers.

I want you to Live a great fucking life despite (((them))). There is a time, and place for everything, but it's not now.

Also multiple threads have detailed this better than I have.

>And what precisely do you think I can do to topple a government backed by hundreds of thousands of soldiers

It's an illusion they have crafted painstakingly.
>all time is wasted time
The thing is the core of this country is burning with power, and a desire to be free from those shackles.
I don't think you realize how dangerous one person can be if undetected.

In Vietnam they had to use napalm to try flushing then out. They had some literal shitty sticks, and some tunnels. The whole situation was a clusterfuck from a leader perspective hell from a soldier's perspective.

The Taliban those child fucking cock sucking whores have a grip on the population so strong, and so absolute that they don't need to be in the area to obtain resources, and safe houses. It's a disaster because the military won't blow everything up. It's a bad situation the people are loyal to them entirely through fear, because they believe the U.S. can't actually protect them. (Also due to kike influence to cause mayhem in the area.)

Alls I'm saying is that the situation isn't great, but manually policing the streets takes man power they don't have. If they did antifa would be breaking down every door step. It's why everyone should be very well armed. If they don't have doctors to stabilize, and fix them there won't be a whole lot of antifa.
Higher military leaders have a high probability of bailing, or turning on such a force. Unfortunately they are looking outwards to the threats they think they know.
You can't control a population as spread out as the United States without turning 3/4 of the people into police, and informants.

People are fucking dangerous. Never forget that.

I've known about it long before that show. Calm your tits please.


Good night everyponer!


No. Comfort is temporary and meaningless.

See >>238199


>There is a time, and place for everything, but it's not now.
Checked, and this!
To work smart and not harder is the way.




Thank you, Anon! Sleep well.


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Filly approves.


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Sleep tight, poner.


Sleep tight, poner.


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Fillies from the lolcow threads.


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Sleep tight, poner


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Sleep Tight, Poner



Did… Did he draw one of our characters patting him on the back?
Would it have killed him to make up one of his own characters?


Anyone have the abuse versions of this meme made several threads ago?


sleep tight poner


Any draw requests fillies?


This please. >>236859
Also filly should be grumbling adorably.


Filly imagines she's GIGA DORILLU BREAKAing Twilight while in reality she's scrubbing the crystal tree-castle's toilet.


Filly walking in on Fluttershy's unexpected, out-of-character secret. Your choice as to what that secret is.


These things will never happen. Remember that when you go to bed tonight.


Yeah well you'll never stop sucking dicks either but somehow we manage.


>implying sexual contact
You overestimate me, anon.


Sleep tight, poner


Hm. Looking at this thread, demoralization shills come to mind. Invades a community, starts pushing a 'woe is me, everything is hopeless' angle in the hopes of dissuading actions being taken. With other places being down, the shills have to go somewhere. We may be a bit smaller, but no place is too small for that type to invade.
Remember, being miserable is a choice. If one doesn't wish such a state, one can squash such thoughts when they arise with a deliberate choice to stop thinking on those. Slowly, things will improve. Injuries don't heal in a day, so why would mental troubles?


Poner will never sleep tight because filly is not real. If she ever becomes real, it will be decades after your death at the absolute bare minimum.


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Sleep tight, poner.


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>Retard can't into chemical engineering, bio-molecular engineering, or neuroscience
>Assumes everyone else is also too stupid to into chemical engineering, bio-molecular engineering, and neuroscience
Get a load of this cam guy.


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Muh normalfag doesn't get it.
Lurk moar.


I've done more than lurk, faggot.


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Still not enough to understand that may be, just may be, 4cuck is your thing. >>>/4cuck/


Nowhere is my "thing." That's part of why I'm still pestering you people.


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Alright, well if anyone can help, my folder of this guy's stuff was pretty much toast, but it's mainly back together.
I'm missing the old ones of Anon's finger getting bitten, the one with the 2 fillies making out with ice cream, then 3 fillies, and one is flipping off the other filly with one by her side.
Shit, also if anyone's got that whole CYOA thing he did? I've only got one for some damn reason, >pic related


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>the one with the 2 fillies making out with ice cream
I've got that pic right here!
That thread was a really fun one


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Only had three pics. Link to the to the thread they're from, but only thumbnails will load. http://arch.b4k.co/mlp/thread/30861716/


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Many thanks, fillies!


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This is the first 3

Continuing here


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The one from >>238517 goes between the first and second here


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And a random lood "non-cannon" panel


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Well shit, thanks to you too Anon! I didn't even know that lewd pic existed, must've missed it.


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WTF. Why filly is not happy?
/ub/ is waiting for her.


>filly will never be a hengst
>filly will never grow up
>filly will never improve her life
>filly will never exist


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But you exist, silly.

Wait… you do, right?
And so do I!



Sleep tight, poner.


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D-do we not exist?!


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>D-do we not exist?!
Filly existence have been put in doubt.


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>filly will never exist


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(Boops) make (you) real.


>what is DMT


>doing drugs to fix your broken dreams


Not smoking it, the fact that when you go into clinical death your still slightly active brain releases a shitload of it into your pineal gland. That's why NDEs exist


See the previous statement about dreams and how they fucking suck.


>dreams and how they fucking suck.
Elaborate, please.


Hey… wait a second. Did you go do the stick exercise? I don't think you did.


See >>238176 . I cannot recall a single positive dream I've ever had. I can't imagine I'd have an NDE that's anything but painful.

No. I didn't toss a stick into the air and stare at the ground where it landed. Because I'm not fucking six.


>No. I didn't toss a stick into the air and stare at the ground where it landed. Because I'm not fucking six.
So you turned down the possibility of turning your entire life around because it sounded silly? Really?
It's not like I'm asking for your mother's maiden name, and the last three digits of your social security number.

>I cannot recall a single positive dream I've ever had.

Lucid dreaming, and therapy helps. Just write down what ever small snippet of the dream you remember, and practice methods to figure out you are in a dream.
>I can't imagine I'd have an NDE that's anything but painful.
Congrats obtaining lucid dreaming is now a top priority before you nearly die.


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Reminder to please upload fillies to derpibooru.


I spent over five months documenting any dreams I could. It didn't help at all. In fact, the few dreams I could recall in my dream journal were either mundane or entirely negative.

>turning your entire life around

I have yet to see any reason to fucking do it. I already said, there's barely a tree within miles of this fucking place. I actually have to drive to find one near me.


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>I spent over five months documenting any dreams I could. It didn't help at all. In fact, the few dreams I could recall in my dream journal were either mundane or entirely negative.
Right that's the first step is remembering the shit. The next is it be aware while the dream is in progress.
From what I've seen the process of actively learning how to do it can take decades. Not always, but it can.

>I have yet to see any reason to fucking do it. I already said, there's barely a tree within miles of this fucking place. I actually have to drive to find one near me.

That might be what you need to do.
You might want to jump start the process by ording a stick online.

>I have yet to see any reason to fucking do it.

The process is simple.
>Step one: Find stick.
>Step two: Toss in Air.
>Step three: Head in the direction it points.
>Step four: Repeat.
>Step five: ???
>Step six: It just works.

I can't prove that tossing a stick will magicaly make your life better. I'm not you.

If you have a better idea on how to start improving your life for the better then do it.
Otherwise a stick will have to be a good first step.


What good does tossing a fucking stick around do, that meditation, lucid dreams, God, or art can't? I spent most of my teenaged years chasing shitty superstitions and they were my worst years because of it. You're advocating I do something because it won't take up "that much" of my time. Two million small things like that later, and I'm in the ground.


Oh, and what a shame that will be.


>Be Anonymous
>This motherfucking filly just dared me to take over Equestria since I just pointed out all the flaws in her bad plan.
"Cozy that's stupid. I have things I enjoy here, and now. I'm not going to ruin it all on a dare."
>"Well I have a little help from my friend."

>Be Anonymous

>I'm going to take over the whole world.
>Nothing will impede my progress.
>A small pegasus filly pink, and blue stands in my way.
"Move aside Glow."
>She's informed well enough of the agreements I have made.
>The rubbery dong on a stick demoralizes all that it hits.
>"D-did you just hit me? With a p-p-peepee?"
"Begone thot."

>Be Cozy GlowTHOT

>It's been seventeen years since Anonymous took over.
>The world is now entirely under the iron green hoof of-
>"Regret your decision already?"

>Be Anonymous

"I'm not going to ruin it all on a dare."
>The little faggot starts crying, and hugs me.
"Alright that's enough of that."
>Impromptu pony snuggles seem to just be a thing here.


>Be Little League.
>You wait.
>You have no way to tell time.
>It feels like years.
>Your body aches like nothing you've ever felt before.
>You feel sickly and afraid.
>You move your hoof tentatively, it's reconnected quite well considering what you did to it.
>It even has a bit of feeling underneath the layers and layers of gauze.
>You hazard a glance underneath the wrappings and almost vomit.
>The hoof is ridden with hundreds of tiny holes, each one about an inch deep.
>Some of them seem to be clogged with something pitch black.
>What kind of magic is this?
>What kind of mage has Twilight become in the time since she ascended?
>You read through the book a bit, but it's just as dull as you would have expected.
>You wish you still had your bat.
>It always made you feel safe at night.
>You would clutch the sturdy wood between your forelegs, able to sleep contentedly knowing that you could beat the crap out of any monster that tried to do something to you.
>As you grew up, you started to realize that monsters weren't your biggest problem.
>Bullies were a very tangible threat.
>And there were more than a few of your classmates that disappeared and never came back.
>You don't like thinking about what probably happened to them, but you know it wasn't good.
>And very recently…
>You found out that there are very real monsters in this world.
>Hay and a glass of water materialize.
>You don't feel hungry or thirsty, just weak.
>You feel pressure in your bladder.
>You ring the bell once.
>Nothing happens.
>Freaking heck if Twilight doesn't get here soon…
>You ring the bell a bunch of times in quick succession
>"Oh my Celestia FUCKING WHAT?!"
"I need to pee."
>She grumbles out something and pulls the IV out of your foreleg roughly, causing a bit of blood to come out.
>The wall rips open to reveal a very normal bathroom that you recognize as the one next to Anon's room.
"Just don't watch."
>"Why the hell would I want to watch a little filly pee?"
>You just give her your best shrug and walk through the spatial tear.
>As you go through, your body feels cold.
>Almost dead.
>You hurry the process up as best you can.
>Hastefully getting back into bed, you pull the covers back up.
"Can you reconnect the-"
>The IV is jabbed into your foreleg.
>"I need to be somewhere important right now."
>Be Green Clover.
>You wake up late at night to find that your mom's warmth is absent.
>You let out a high-pitched whine.
>The darkness is scary.
>Anything could be out there.
>Big bugs, rats…
>Gosh, maybe even some sort of spider.
>You don't like spiders.
>They're big, they're hairy, and they live everywhere.
>You curl up into a ball, too afraid to go to sleep without Mommy.
>She comes in after what feels like a while.
>Muttering something under her breath.
>She flops down, facing away from you.
>You know this one!
>She did it before, and you didn't snuggle up into her belly.
>She hit you for that.
>That wasn't fun, but you understand that you're a growing filly.
>Growing fillies need structure.
>And discipline is good structure.
>It teaches you boundaries.
>With some effort, you put your hooves on Mommy's side and hoist yourself over, falling head-first into her.
>She pushes your butt down and plants a kiss on your cheek.
>"Good filly."


Nice. Can't wait to find out what happens next.


I think you mean what will never happen next


>Two million small things like that later, and I'm in the ground.
Yeah, so what are you doing that is more important than not following a stick?
>You're advocating I do something because it won't take up "that much" of my time.
No, I'm not saying that. It can take up multiple life times worth of effort to find precisely, and exactly one single thing.
Finding a new leaf to alter your reality can take a few minutes, or seven hundred years.
Just finding a way to continually having a better day than the last doesn't take seven hundred years.

More importantly for specifically you it indicates to your subconscious that you are searching for a new direction to make yourself better.

>What good does tossing a fucking stick around do, that meditation, lucid dreams, God, or art can't?

They all could do the same thing. Could being the operative word. For you it seems those haven't made a profit in your life yet. The stick method gives you something tangible to look at.
Plus, it's brown, and sticky. If all else fails it can be used for fetch. Let me tell you some gods don't appreciate being a dog toy, the average stick on the othee hand doesn't mind.

>I spent most of my teenaged years chasing shitty superstitions and they were my worst years because of it.

That sucks. I really do emphasize with that. So cull the shitty superstitions, and replace them with something better. Anything could work, but you also have to let them take root, and grow as well.

>Two million small things like that later, and I'm in the ground.

Exactly! So choose what you will do. I'm suggesting this so you have a guide to make the most out of those two million small decisions.

Whether you do, or that you don't is entirely your choice.
But two million non-actions later, and you'll still be dead.
It's what you do with it that matters.


A crossover with this, canon MLP, and Impossible Creatures is very unlikely.


Can we please stop feeding the blackpill faggot replies?


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What are you implying? I don't write because I have some ultimate goal of canonical sovereignty.
I should probably check out impossible creatures some time though, it looks fun.


>You plop a large burlap sack onto the floor.
>"There you go, Smaug. Can I pick something to read now?"
>Spike opens up the sack, eagerly licking his chops at the mound of rubies, sapphires, quartzes, and diamonds that you gathered.
>"Yeah, what are you looking for?"
>You dig at the floor nervously.
"W-well, you still have those magical comics that suck you in, right?"
>"Oh no, I'm not-"
"Spike, I've been going on these snack runs for your benefit for months now."
>He winces.
"Not only that, but do you think Twilight would approve of you eating this many gems?"
>You poke at his slightly engorged belly for emphasis.
"I know you have connections at that shop in Canterlot, all I'm asking for is a personalized fantasy."
>"But that comic book wasn't meant to do that, it was an accident."
"What's in the locked safe then?"
>"None of your business."
"Let's see how your flimsy safe hold up to Earth Pony strength."
>"Let's see how your flimsy mane holds up to dragon claws."
>Within seconds, the two of you are scratching, kicking, and punching on the floor.
>"Spike! Nonny! Stop that this instant!"
>The two of you get off and stand up quickly.
>"What in the name of Tartarus is all this shit about?"
>"If it were nothing, why is your sister's hair all over the floor."
>You looks down and the ground and ready a back-legged kick that would make Applejack proud.
>You feel something holding your legs in place.
>"No. The two of you are-"
>Twilight picks up a scroll off of the ground.
>"What's this?"
"Nothing, don't read it."
>You simply blush profusely as she reads out your interactive comic request.
>"Make me a prisoner in a BDSM foal sex shop for what feels like a month…"
>She just looks at both of you with disgust.
>"And what were you offering him if he were to do this?"
>For a moment, her stern expression softens.
>Then it hardens back to two times its strength as Twilight remembers who exactly the autist she adopted is.
>She storms off into Spike's room.
>You both wince.
"Haa… haa… this is cruel and unusual punishment!"
>"Doing some chores around here for once is hardly even close. Now hurry up with that crystal polishing, I need to be there to spot you two when you clean out AJ's outhouses."


Very noice, and checked.


Kek, that was a nice short. Thanks for writing that!


T-thank you
Glad you liked it


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>"Alright Spike, make sure you clean up before I get back. And Anon, you know what's going to happen if you misbehave."
>And Twilight is off to her heavy petting session, or whatever the hell it is she does with Rarity every tuesday
>Leaving a certain purple manlet as the only possible witness to what you are about to do
>You poke your head from your perch in the vents to spy on Spike, snoring heavily on the dining room table
>The fat fuck, that stinking putrid lizard, the absolute buffoon
>His entire morning was spent gorging himself on his own home baked gem-based sweets
>Meanwhile you aren't allowed one measly peek into the cookie jar, and haven't been all month
>Why does Spike get to stuff his pig face until his belly distends
>Just because he does all his chores
>Just because he cleans up after himself
>Just because he doesn't watch Extreme Equestria Wrestling all day
>Just because he doesn't try out the moves he sees on Twilight when she lets her guard down
>It's not just unfair
>It's bald-faced favoritism at work
>He gets to do whatever he wants as Twilight's asslicking manservant
>Why should you even have to clean anything if Spike's sole purpose is to wait claw and foot to wipe ass and kiss the floors, anyway?
>But Twilight's gone, and Spike might be in a coma
>Leaving the perfect window to execute operation Sticky Fingers

>1632 hours, operation begin

>The only vent in the kitchen is in the wall just above the fridge
>It's an ideal infiltration point, as it gives you direct line of sight to the jar and you can climb directly down onto the countertop
>From there it's as simple as skirting the wall straight to the target, in the opposite corner of the room
>You give the vent an exploratory push and retreat back to the bend in the shaft
>You want to test if the grate is trapped with a silent alarm
>Holding your breath, you flatten yourself against the shadows and glare
>Now, either Spike is going to rouse from his slumber and waddle his Porky Pig thighs in through the main entrance,
>Or Twilight is going to poof into the center of the room to catch you red handed
>In either case the plan B is to slip into the bathroom and drop the fat shit you've been holding in as a contingency plan
>In an unrelated note your bowels feel like they're full of river stones
>Sixty seconds, and no sign of bogies
>Ninety and you catch Spike's snoring pick up louder
>Good, that's one hostile confirmed still dormant
>120 and you can hardly hold your breath any longer
>With no sign of Twilight you allow yourself a quick gasp, practiced to make minimal noise
>Even if someone did hear you it could pass as the castle settling
>240 Seconds, no sign of a response
>Filly is free to reengage
>You did a scouting mission last night and loosened the screws, so it pops right off
>The top of the fridge is covered in grimy dust, the worst kind
>You scoop up a hoof-full of the filth and wipe it over your face
>Splitter pattern, 20% camo bonus in emplacements and interior infiltration
>You put just a bit too much on your snout and unintentionally inhale the filth
>Luckily your expertly drilled lungs maintain discipline and opt to pool it in mucus instead of coughing it up instantly
>The newly formed crust nugget will be deposited later, once you've exfilled the hot zone and returned to base
>If you're lucky it will be just solid enough to work as a slingshot pellet while remaining soft and wet enough to act as an explosive round
>If not you can just mold it around a piece of chewed gum
>Either way Diamond Tiara is going to have a hell of a bad hair day
>Off the fridge and your first real obstacle presents itself
>The kitchen sink is two compartment, twice your body length and filled with bowls and smallware bot ceramic and metal
>They've been left to soak, turning the sudsy water into a sort of paste
>This makes two levels of danger
>One, the dishes are arranged like a house of cards, and the slightest tap will make a succession of bangs, booms and crashes that will no doubt get fatass in here quicker than Pinkie Pie on stoner muff at Hoofstock
>Two, the paste could easily cake to your little filly hooves and leave tracks wherever you went
>There is only a small empty space on the other side of the sink
>Beyond that is a stack of measuring cups and dirty bowls
>You could leap to the island in the center of the kitchen, but the surface is covered in butter and dotted with spilled icing
>Meaning the momentum of the landing would likely carry you to the other side of the counter and through a mountain of cookbooks and glass dishes
>Circling back around the other side of the room would be impossible; a literal mountain of boxes and cookbooks blocks you off
>And the overhead counters don't really give you any room to manuever
>And the floor is, of course, lava
>Which makes your best bet is a somersault over the water your best bet
>Alright Anon
>Remember your training
>Over 2000 hours of EEW under your belt
>Just like Salty Scumslime's Super Scumslime Slam
>You coil your back legs
>A cold sweat makes its way down your cheek
>You're flying, you're flying
>The world slows, you're swimming through the air
>You throw your hind hooves over the back of your head
>As your spine curls and your body folds the wight in your colon begins to crush the rest of your gut
>You forgot to factor in the weight of all the hot steaming fecal poop
>You flip once, then twice
>You're gonna overshoot, you've already passed too much of the LZ to stop yourself on landing
>Thrice, four times,
>On the fifth flip the extra weight arcs upward just in time to change the momentum of the jump
>What you get is just enough of a push to send you over the dish pile
>You flop onto a slimy wooden cutting board back-first
>You clench your teeth and twist in enraged agony as the force of the impact almost makes your sphincter break
>Hold, damn it all, hold!
>And hold it does
>Wait a minute, why is the world still moving?


>The slippery smooth cutting board slides along the countertop, its only obstacles scattered sprinkles and powdered sugar
>Your wild ride leaves behind a rainbow trail of smudges and streaks
>Time stops as you launch once more into orbit
>You were thinking too long, you ran into the blender at the fast-approaching corner of the room
>The cutting board caught on the base and flipped you over
>The wall is approaching much faster than you like
>And now it's in your face
>It hurts exactly like slamming your face against a wall would
>Damage is severe
>But only the noise level was critical
>Once more on your back, you begin to survey the damage
>Blender status: On the ground
>And the cutting board
>You are suddenly acutely aware of the most distressing and crippling pain you have ever felt in your life
>You are not, in fact, on your back
>Rather you are still falling down
>Onto the cutting board, miraculously standing directly upwards for the brief period of time you were still in the air
>Now it is in your kidney
>Breathless and writhing, you gasp for air as you tumble onto the countertop
>Every single limb and muscle in your body clenches at once, a technique to force yourself to ride the pain
>Salty's Secret Stumbling Stress Shocker
>You learned it from an obscure VHS tape a decade old, after tracking down secret messages in Salty's moveset
>One day you would be a power to rival his
>You bulge your eyes out, flex veins on your forehead
>And you rise to your hooves
>Foaming at the mouth, you eye down your target
>Cookie jar, unobstructed path, dead ahead
>Time: 1639 hours
>Spike status: snoring
>One hoof forward
>You slowly creep forward, banishing the pain from your mind and body
>This is it
>The moment you've been training for
>You've molded that shape in your mind
>Memorized the doily design painted around the curves
>The little ball in the top, so you can grab it
>Your eyes run up and down as you approach
>Keep your eye on target, anon
>You grab the lid
>And you swipe three, without keeping it off for more than a second
>Two sugars and a chocolate chip
>"Spike, have you seen my reading makeu-"
>You lock eyes with Twilight, for what feels like years

>At least during the spanking you got the chance to literally shit on Twilight Sparkle


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Thank you for the green frend, I've missed the mischievous filly we all know and love.


reposting from somewhere…
>ywn shoot your filly friend to cover your murderous tracks
>watch the smile slip off her face as she drops like a stone
>her eyes staring up at you with betrayal as they glaze over and she slumps
>you lower the smoking gun, neutrality plastered on your face as you stare on


What if Anonymous,and Anonfilly made it to Equestria, but Anonymous can't speak horse.


>Anon thinks the magic that turned him into a filly will grant him the ability to understand horse
>it doesn't
>unable to explain themselves or the lewd hoof holding they were found doing, the ponies believe Anonymous to be a strange monster who kidnapped and brainwashed some poor filly
>Anonymous is banished to Tartarus while Anonfilly is taken away to a facility where she will be cared for and given intense therapy and medical care in the hope she will one day regain her equinity and can live a normal life


That's wonderfully dark. So many ways to twist the proverbial knife in deeper too.

Alot of opportunity before, and after they get split for plot, and character developments.
So many different paths the story could take…


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Devil of the Rhine.


I return, once again late but not by entire months! Anyway, back to where we left off:
>Anon and the other important ponies and changeling are in Canterlot waiting for a political thing to start
>Spike got Anon's missing suitcase from Derpy and dropped it before getting it to his room, spilling its contents everywhere
In this next issue, things stop being mostly filler and more story actually happens! Can you all wait to see what it is? Well, you've waited this long, so that's long enough! Sorry about that, got caught up with IRL friends and didn't have that much time to write between playing games and going outside. Anyway, to the story!



>Be Anonymous again

>You started watching from backstage, but after getting tired of not seeing anything and hearing even less, you've moved to a balcony on the other side of the courtyard
>Just in time, too
>A few seconds after you sit down, Celestia gives control of the microphone to Chrysalis
>The crowd, once active and eager to respond to Celestia's words, becomes silent aside from the creaking of hundreds of chairs as they all lean forward
>The silence persists for a few seconds as Chrysalis surveys the crowd before she takes a deep breath and beginning her apology
>"Good afternoon, Equestria. I'm sure many of you know who I am and what I've done, so I won't spend any time explaining that. Instead, I'll get to the point."
>She shoots an almost imperceptible glance at Celestia before continuing on
>"I deeply apologize to all of you for any and all damages I may have caused through my and my colony's actions, and I hope that you all will understand that everything I have done was for the love I hold for my subjects, my children."
>Chrysalis takes a brief pause to inhale again, as silence once again dominates the area
>"However, I realize that now more than ever the best course of action would be to simply ask for the help that I need rather than try to take it. As such, to begin working towards repaying all of you for what happened, I shall begin sending Equestria all of the precious materials not necessary to my hive's survival that we have uncovered during the hive's construction and all that shall be unearthed in the years to come."
>The crowd finally breaks its silence as a brief murmur crosses the courtyard, with the apology only continuing once the sound finally dies down
>"It is my hope that this gift shall begin to right the wrongs of the past and begin to soften all of your hearts towards us, so that one day you all may find it within yourselves to forgive us. Thank you all for listening."
>Chrysalis finally bows her head and steps back as the crowd begins to applaud
>She passes the microphone to Twilight, who waits until the crowd has resumed its silence before beginning her part
>"Alright, now I'm sure many of you have questions, so we'll be happy to answer them."
>A flurry of movement comes from below as many ponies in the front row fly up (some figuratively, others literally before realizing how rude that is), all vying for Twilight's attention
>After scanning the crowd for a moment, your caretaker selects a light blue earth pony mare to ask the first question
>"How do we know that this all isn't another plot to take over the country?"
>Twilight looks around in contemplation until finally seeing you and looking back to the mare
>"I happen to have an informant that I've come to trust, and this individual has given me plenty of evidence that Chrysalis and her hive are in no position to act against us at this point. Next question?"
>The mare sits back down as the press go crazy again
>This time, Twilight picks a gray unicorn stallion
<"Does this mean that we have to start freely accepting changelings within our towns and cities?"
>"Well, I suppose that would be up to the discretion of all those who would be affected by something like that. None of us up here truly have a scope on the individual lives of ponies, and thus we can't expect you all to blindly accept a change as radical as going from a gold war with the badlands changelings to openly welcoming them into your homes."
>Twilight was about to call for the next question before Chrysalis tapped her shoulder
>"May I?"
>Twilight then shrugs and gives her the mic
>"You all likely won't notice any changes in your local changeling populations anyway, as almost all of us will continue to live in and expand our hive anyway."
<"And if we do notice changes?"
>Chrysalis chuckles before answering the question
>"Then obviously she hasn't done a good job of maintaining her cover. But in all seriousness, you likely won't see anything noteworthy and what is seen shouldn't be of any concern."
>A small murmur rolls through the crowd as Twilight gets the microphone back
>"Thank you for adding your piece to the answer, Chrysalis. Next question?"
>More questions roll in over the next half-hour, but they're all getting steadily more political and less easy to understand
>Also, the fact that various governmental branches with very equestrian names are being thrown around isn't helping in the slightest
>So, in your state of confused disinterest, you decide to wander back around to backstage and see if anything new's going on
>You still peek through windows at what's going on as things start winding down, and you see ponies starting to filter out
>Eventually, Twilight cuts the Q/A session off and the whole thing ends, just like that



>From your resumed post backstage, you see everyone come back and disperse a bit

>Chrysalis returns to her guards, Celestia walks out to go do something with Luna following, and Twilight walks over to you again
"So, now what?"
>"I'm not too sure. Plans didn't reach this far ahead, so we'll probably have to ask Celestia about it."
"Okay then, let's do that."
>"Sure, I just want to check in with Spike first and see if everything's alright."
>Twilight begins to leave the room as you follow behind
"Is… there any particular reason?"
>Twilight pauses and looks at you
>"Do I need one?"
"I mean, I guess not but we've only been gone for a day. Doesn't it seem a bit early?"
>"Maybe, but we also won't be gone for very long over this trip and I like to make sure that I check in at least once."
"Ah. Sorry for questioning, then."
>Twilight smiles and starts walking again
>"Never be sorry for asking a question, even if it's a stupid one. Especially if it's a stupid one, actually. That just means you're getting the stupid out of your head!"
>She punctuates her point by rubbing your head with her wing
>You both finish walking back to your room where Twilight pulls a pen and paper from thin air and begins to write
>Not seeing much else to do in the meantime, you decide to read the letter as she writes it
>It's just her asking about Spike's chores and if everything's fine over there, for the most part
>"Is there anything you'd like to add?"
>You look up to find Twilight staring at you expectantly
"Can you ask him if all my stuff got back okay?"
>"Sure, just give me a second… And done!"
>Twilight signs the letter for both of you, rolls it up and teleports it off to her castle before putting the pen back wherever she got it from
>"Now, let's see what else needs to happen."
>She opens the door for you both and leads you back to the throne room
>However, Celestia's not there
"Well, is there anywhere else she can be?"
>Twilight begins to think to herself, but not for long before reaching a conclusion
>"Either her office or her room, and I'd bet anything it's the former. Come on, I think I remember where it is."
>You both return to the maze of halls and rooms that dominate the castle to find Celestia's office
"So, what will I get if she's not in there?"
>"You're getting nothing, we're not actually betting."
>You look over to her and muster up the shit-eatingest grin you can
"Is it because I might be right?"
>"No, it's because I know you can't give me anything if- when I win."
>Twilight returns the grin with less smugness but far more side eye mixed in
>"In all seriousness, this is neither the time nor place for it, so no bets will be made."
>You both continue walking in silence for a while until you get another question
"So, then… Where would Celestia be if she's not in her office or her room?"
>"I'm not sure. I think at that point I'd have to start asking around."
"Fair enough, I guess t-"
>Your talking is cut short as Twilight pulls you back to her side, now that she's staring at a door
>You wonder whose door it is, given it's marked with a massive sun icon
>Twilight knocks on the door, upon which you both hear a faint and muffled sigh before seeing the door open before you
>A slightly tired looking Celestia stands behind it, but whatever exhaustion she seemed to have immediately leaves her upon seeing you two
>"Joy, just the one I wanted to see! Please, come in. I have matters to discuss with you."
>The princess steps aside and opens the door farther for you both to enter before closing it shut behind you all and casting some sort of spell across the room
>This is definitely an office
>There's a desk to one side covered in papers with several filing cabinets behind it, a bookshelf covered in boring-looking legal documents, and enough crumpled papers to be overflowing out of the trash can in the corner
>However, there's also a surprising amount of room given the sparse decor
>Twilight decides to take advantage of the large space and sit in roughly the center of the room to address her mentor
>"What matters need discussing that would require a sound barrier?"
>"Matters involving your friend here."
>Celestia's gaze shifts from her apprentice to you
>Before Twilight can continue though, Celestia begins speaking directly to you
>"I hope you enjoyed the ceremony out there, it was quite hard to set up on such short notice; especially so with how much flak I've been getting from the nobility recently, but that's not something you need to worry about."
>She continues to stare at you, never dropping her smile
"I thought it was pretty cool; it definitely would've been better if I had actually chosen a good place to watch from the start."
>"Well, I'm glad to hear that. With that all over, the entire war with the changelings is over and I never have to worry about them again thanks to you!"
>Celestia's still holding her smile, but slightly more strained
>"Oh, except for one other problem: finding an appropriate stallion for Chrysalis to use for repopulation."
>And within a second, the smile completely vanishes
>Celestia stares at you for another period, but you're not sure what an appropriate response here would be
>"I'm sure you can understand how that would be an issue for me, given the way the public views me. However, because of that treaty, I'm now bound by legal documentation to do this."
>She continues staring, but this time you've worked out a reply
"… Did I handle the negotiations wrong?"
>Celestia sighs and slumps down in her desk chair before resuming
>"No, it was definitely a fair agreement. A bureaucratic nightmare, but a fair deal."
>She pauses briefly to lean forward towards you and Twilight, her smile creeping back on to her face
>"Which is why, instead of handling that problem myself, I'm hiring you to do it for me."


And that's it for now. As always feel free to say whatever, or don't if you don't want to. I-it's not like I like getting (you)s, or anything… Stupid!


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>Filly shows early signs of being a murderer or something
>Purple notes the behavior as weird, but doesn't know what's wrong with her since they're all living in happy horse land
>things grow steadily worse (or comedic) as time goes on as filly desires more blood (or continually fails due to no hands)
someone who can actually write the abuse stuff do this


>going outside
What does that mean? Is it similar to going cold turkey? Is it healthy?



I can't explain but that's pretty cool


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>anonfilly gets it.
This, along with some other more energetic things, was exactly what I was doing when I was a kid.


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Check those double dubs.


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Took me ages (To remember to post this), but Filly is now in colour.


Can she shoot lasers out of her eyeball?


No, but she can be Hackerman. Echo Eye's are the new thing up at Hyperion !


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Wow, this sure is comfy to lie on. This uh.. grey void. Yup.


Grey void is the second comfiest bed right after the checkerboard dimension.


>Full of histories and wonders to tell
>Be they real or fake, all they want is to create worlds of wonders for other to enjoy
>Even with their babbling mouth, these fillies are often much more passive than the others
>But they can be very skittish as well, not liking to have to deal with trouble and disappearing in the blink of an eye
>But if one ever joins an argument, you better be ready for the tl;dr
>They can be identified by the cursive ?
>And if you ever get matched to one, a good listening ear is the best to keep them happy
>Especially while snuggling under bed covers


>A creative bunch in all forms and sizes
>Varying from mouth, hoof or magic drawings, they d do anything to get your attention
>Including repaint your whole walls in drawings
>They re the most resilient of the bunch, surviving through their shared pranks and rough scoldings with their head held high
>But if they don't get enough attention they may end up fleeing somewhere else
>And with their short attention span its unlikely they will ever find their way back
>They can be identified by an abstract ?
>If your filly keeps trying to show you what she made you may have one of these
>So be sure to give her lots of attention and petting to show that she s appreciated, while bouncing ideas on what she should improve


>Whiles they may seem useless, they are the best companions
>Often hiding around their livehood, but are the first to come to you when need arises
>Especially when feeling down, they re the most caring towards others
>But often are also really strong opinated, with a tick to start arguments
>Insensitive with their words, they may be your best friend or your worse enemy
>But if they re going too far, a boop is often enough to make them scrunch their muzzles at you and go back into hiding
>They can be identified by the lighter, less opaque black ? cutie mark
>If you find yourself with one of these you can rest safe knowing about not having to do much maintenance for your bond to grow
>Be sure to make her feel safe around you, but also ready for her harsh words, always reminding yourself that she means well
>Try to not pointlessly boop her, as she may rarely if ever come out of hiding if she doesnt feel safe
>And hiding is this filly type speciality…


Grey void is top comfy


Wait, is she hiring Anon to find a stallion for repopulation, or to BE the stallion for repopulation?


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I went and got this just for (You)


If you like seeing dumb meme fillies, then give me some dumb meme filly draw ideas.


Filly after swimming and upset because she's wet and dripping.


Filly educating Twilight on the last thing she would want in her Burger King Burger.


Twilight educating filly about the griffons.


Filly joining Right Wing Pony Squads.


Filly making an awesomeface 'cuz retro memes are hip and cool


Anonfilly slays another lawful character in an RPG and consequently falls in a deep existential crisis about friendship
Doesn't matter what I come up with, but >>238924 is a glorious idea


I'm not revealing my future plans. Hopefully I'll be better at writing it all so that you all don't have to wait as long to find out, but you'll know before valve releases Half Life 3.
Thanks m8, time to go spend that (you) on more vidya!


I might write such in the nearby future if someone reminds me of it. Probably be after I am done with Neon Genesis Eponagalion.

It is funny becuase >>238796 this is so cloesly related to what I went onto this thread to say.


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based fillyfren


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To whoever gave me a request, sorry I havent drawn it yet, I've been makin a filly game kinda



>Anonfilly game
Uh… yeah! Ehm, cool, keep it up lad


Its my first time coding anytjing, unity seemed to be easy


Truth be told I'm not here to judge. Use whatever you're comfortable with fren
I'll look forward to it


No worries, fren. Life happens, and all that.
Get your friend's opinions on pitching the Didneyland story to CNN/Fox, and on how to kill time before the flight.


>-13107100 good filly points
Jesus what did she buy?


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her humanity


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Dumb filly got ripped off. Should have just farmed it.


Yeah, no kidding. You know how easy it is to farm it off of rats with a greatsword? Even with a basic club you can mow down those little fuckers.


Aaaand saved
Thanks for posting


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More game pics


Looks cool so far
>Filly Did Nothing Wrong


Filly jumping would be nice.


Hmm, Watcha mean? Like a platformer?


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/r/ing a pic of this with filly and Twilight.


I'll give it my best shot.
>"Hello princess, how are you today?"
"Doing well, it's always good to see a friend. I bought some rhubarb earlier, Applejack's coming over and I'm going to give making a pie a serious effort for once."
>"I'm sure it'll be delicious with her help. Listen… you're probably wondering why I've called you in here."
>You sigh, having hoped the formalities wouldn't come about this soon. Cheerilee was a good friend of yours, after all.
"Is Anon giving you any trouble?"
>"Well, she's a brilliant student, attentive, and a sweetheart…"
"What's the issue, then?"
>"Well, she doesn't interact with the other colts and fillies during recess. Just sits off in the corner of the playground with a magnifying glass. I figured the Princess of Friendship would be a bit concerned about her daughter well… not having any friends."
>You feel a bit attacked at that.
"She has friends, the CMC come over sometimes."
>"Twilight, they're four years ahead of her. Don't you want your daughter to get some friends her own age?"
>Be Cheerilee.
>Hopefully Twilight will talk to her daughter about some of the things you brought up in your meeting earlier.
>You scan the playground, looking over to Anon's corner.
>She just keeps staring at the ground with that magnifying glass, adjusting it every once in a while.
>What could possibly be so interesting?
>Well, she's one of your students.
>And it's your purpose to give every foal the best education they can receive, regardless of their mental inhibitions.
>Not that she hasn't been getting perfect scores on her math exams seemingly without paying attention during that part of class at all, but the Equestrian educational system doesn't have only the purpose of educating foals, but molding them into good citizens.
>…plus you've always been the curious sort.
>You wouldn't be teaching if you weren't.
>In another twenty minutes, you call all of the little ones back inside.
"I need to go pick up some test results from the post office, turn to page 27 of 'Apples and Oranges' and read through page 67."
>You're not lying, but the post office is only around the corner; giving you ample time to casually walk over to the corner Anon has been sitting in for the past few months.
>There's an ant mound there.
>Well, you were interested in entomology as a filly too. Guess that settles it.
>You're about to drop it and get back to monitoring your class read when you notice something strange.
>There are tiny little blackened spots on the sand.
>Well, they'll be able to rebuild it.
>With careful swipes of your hooves, you begin to excavate the ant colony.
>Luckily it's just the small black ones, you wouldn't have gone to this trouble if they were fire ants.
>Finally, you find what you're looking for.
>It's a burial chamber.
>You focus on your hoof and feel the pull.
>One of the small corpses gravitates towards it, landing on your frog.
>Like magic, because it is.
>Being careful to maintain your hold, you push it up to your nostril and inhale deeply.
>Like charcoal.
>It's the end of the day.
>All of the fillies and colts file out in neat lines, Anon being one of them.
>Her Daring Do themed saddlebags are a bit too big for her, and so she slouches slightly as she trots out the door.
"Anon, can you stay behind a minute?"
>She smiles and comes over.
>"What is it, Ms. Cheery?"
>You like that nickname.
>It stands as a testament that not all of the nicknames you receive as a teacher are degrading.
"Well, two things. First of all, I wanted to congratulate you on your benchmark scores. You only got three questions incorrect across the entire test."
>She grins.
"The second isn't quite as exciting, I just want you to deliver a message to your mom for me."
>You pass her a letter, which she slides into her left saddlebag.
>"What's it say?"
"Just boring adult stuff, I crunch Twilight's numbers for her lately because she's too busy saving the world all the time to do her own accounting."
>You hate lying to fillies, but you really don't want to lose the admiration of one of the few students that has some respect for you.
>At least it seems to satisfy her.
>She leaves quickly, leaving you all alone to a silent schoolhouse and a stack of ungraded history quizzes.
>You pull a small silver skeleton key out of your mane and slide it quietly into the bottom-most drawer of your desk.
>You pull out a nearly full bottle of vodka and throw back about three shots worth.
>You know burning ants isn't an abnormal thing for fillies and colts to do, but with a demeanor like Anon's you never would've expected it.
>Be Twilight Sparkle.
"Welcome home Doodlebug, how was school?"
>"It was okay. I did good on the benchmark."
"Can't say I didn't expect that, you're a smart little filly."
>"I wouldn't say that, I just happen to have been a man who received education through high school and a little bit beyond before getting sent here inexplicably."
>You pull her in close for a hug.
"Does that mean that you'll turn down a celebratory batch of cookies tonight?"
>You can see her pretend to ponder it before grinning.
>"Of course not. Oh, right. Cheerilee asked me to give you this letter. Says it was something about your accounting, sounds important."
>You've done your own accounting for years, but if Cheerilee felt the need to lie about something like that to get a letter to you it's obviously:
>A. Of at least mild importance.
>B. Information that she felt necessary to keep from Anon, meaning it's of much more than mild importance because it relates to your baby.
>You feign a calm demeanor as you pluck it from her outstretched hoof with your magic.
"Thanks sweetie, I'll take a look at it and then get started on the cookies. Peanutbutter, or chocolate chip?"
>"Chocolate chip."
>You poof off to your office before taking out your eloquent letter opener-


>-and tearing the envelope to shreds because nobody in Equestria ever thought to write a guide on proper letter-opener techniques.
>You could probably ask Rarity, but she would probably snob it up a bit and you don't particularly like it when she does that.
>You utter a small incantation, sealing the paper that you carelessly cut back together.
>'Meet me again tomorrow morning. 5:30 AM.'
>You incinerate the letter.
>Better prying filly eyes don't see it.
>You're baking cookies when your filly comes in, crying.
>"M-mom, something happened to Hamilton."
>Oh shit.
>You rush after her, arriving at her room within under a minute.
>You take a look at the hamster.
>It's clearly dead.
>Resting on the hamster wheel.
>There's blood on its mouth, huh.
>You levitate it out.
>Run a quick diagnostic test on it.
>Brain failure due to lack of oxygen?
>You look over at Anon.
>She looks absolutely heartbroken, big tears running down her cheeks and lines of mucus soaking the hair under her nostrils.
>The spell does have a five percent error margin…
>It's possible that the hamster just dropped dead from a blood clot that traveled to its brain and it already had some sort of respiratory issue…
>Maybe it bit itself in a panic.
>You hug your filly close, lifting her off the ground a bit.
"Shh… it's okay. Hamilton is in a better place now."
>"B-better than Equestria?"
>You ponder a bit about what the right answer might be to a question like that posed by someone who has told you they view your world as Heaven.
"For him, yes."
>You answer seems to satisfy the filly, though you don't stop holding her close until her sniffles die down into the sounds of gooey inhalations through clogged nostrils.
>A loud ringing tells you that your cookies are done.
>You think you'll let her have them all, you wouldn't be doing your ass any favors eating them with her anyways.
>Be Cheerilee.
>You've finally finished grading all of your students' papers, just in time to get out of the schoolhouse before you're into unpaid overtime territory.
>You love your job, but after hours it goes from 'the joy of educating Equestria's youth' to 'why the fuck do all of these little shits insist on writing their short responses in crayon with half of the letters being backwards and the other half not even resembling anything in the Equestrian alphabet?'
>In any case, you're just in time to cook yourself a nice dinner of spaghetti.
>A little known fact about having a pink coat is that marinera sauce stains don't show up as prominantly on it.
>You know you've made use of it a few times.
>Not your proudest moments, but the foals were none the wiser.
>And administration would only catch wind of it if the parents knew.
>Speaking of which…
>You're a little tipsy.
>Normally you wouldn't shout, but whatever.
>One look at you from Twilight tells you that you picked a bad time.
>You simply nod a hello and get on your way, only stumbling slightly.
>You wish you could truthfully say that you had stopped with the first bit of that booze, but you can't.
>Be Twilight.
"I'm surprised you want to go get a new hamster so soon after Hamilton's death."
>"It's what he would have wanted. For me to move on and not be sad about him."
"Well, alright. A deal is a deal."
>Twenty minutes later, and a noticably more docile hamster than Hamilton is selected from the pen.
>On your way out from the store, you pop the most important question you can ask a filly about her new pet.
"What are you going to name him?"
"That's a bit generic, don't you think?"
>"Well, it's not the type of meat. Just represents the activity of using low frequency radio waves to bounce off of the ionosphere, letting people communicate across the world."
"Ah, I didn't know humans had developed those. One of my classmates was working on prototyping one of them, though it's a bit of a pain to test the extent of it when you're the sole pony in Equestria with access to a radio that powerful and the maximum theoretical range is somewhere out in the trecherous uncharted lands."
>"Huh, that's neat."
"I would use the channel she gave me to call her up using my copy of the prototype, but she died a few years back and it was incinerated when Golden Oaks was."
>You feel a soft touch on your barrel.
>"I'm sorry to hear that."
>You give her a slight smile.
"I've gotten over it by now, but thank you. You're a very considerate filly, you know that?"
>"I try my best…"
>The rest of the walk home is spent in silence.
>You burst awake, instantly alert.
>Right, just your nightmare alarm.
>Silent and efficient, even if it'll probably make your mane grow gray a few years before it probably should.
>Well, time to meet up with Cheerilee.
>You teleport outside of her door, never having forgotten the earsplitting screaming your ear off she gave you when you teleported right in front of her.
>To be fair, it was warranted. The fact that you very nearly displaced her vital organs right onto the floor with your own body was reason enough for her to be pissed.
>You… saw it as a learning experience.
>You raise the knocker and bring it down three times.
>She opens the door immediately.
>"Something is wrong with Anon."


>You walk inside, taking a seat on the well-worn couch.
"How do you figured that?"
>"Well, she's been burning ants in the playground and doesn't get along well with other fillies."
"I thought she was friends with the CMC…"
>"I never see them together on the playground. Fillies her age are usually inseperable from their friends, but she just sits."
"She's been burning ants every day?"
>"To my knowledge, yes. As I'm sure you know, ants have burial chambers. I dug into one and picked up quite a few of them, most of them were less insect and more briquette."
"But still, isn't burning ants fairly normal?"
>"I won't fault the average foal for a bit of insect cruelty, yes. In fact, I did it sometimes in my own foalhood… I've never seen somepony as dedicated to their craft as her with that magnifying glass though."
"I see… thank you for letting me know, I'll see what I can do about it."
>The two of you share a quick hug, and then part ways.
>After all, this morning is pancakes for your filly.
>Be Cheerilee.
>You feel awful.
>Something is going to happen with that filly.
>Twilight is a great pony, but you don't think she's capable doing what needs to be done here.
>Well, all you can do now is wait it out.
>Be Diamond Tiara.
>Queen of the playground, even though you've been out of school sick for quite some time.
>But now you're back, and ready to stake your claim.
>Step 1: ensure your authority is still unchallanged.
>You walk up to a colt and ask him to give you his lunch or else.
>He laughs you off.
>No matter, step 2 is sure to be a go.
>Step 2: find the most pathetic kid on the playground and mess them up in front of someone.
>You look to the corners.
>Perfect, the little green one at the far left.
>You trot over, slowly.
"Lunch. Now."
>"Fuck off, Dildo Tapioca."
>You're miffed now.
>She holds a magnifying glass with her forehooves, using it to fry ants.
"What are you doing?"
>"This colony of ants is disrupting the ecosystem of our class garden by killing earthworms. As an earth pony, it's my duty to bring down righteous judgement upon those that stand in the way of mother Gaia."
"Oh, then what would you do if I were to break that magnifying glass?"
>She looks up at you quizically.
>"You really don't want to do that."
"Are you sure about that?"
>You laugh.
"What kind of 'righteous judgement' would a pony a good two feet smaller than I am bring down on me?"
>She stares at you blankly.
>"You're making a mistake."
>The calmness in her voice unnerves you slightly, but you've got a job to do.
>You rip the glass from her hooves.
>She puts up no resistance whatsoever.
>You take it and slam down your hoof on it, the glass shattering into a good 1000 pieces all over the dirt.
>She shrugs and walks back towards the schoolhouse.
>Oh shit, you forgot about her capacity to tattle.
>To your surprise though, she simply waves to Cheerilee, gesturing to her stomach and walks off down the path.
>Dumb fuck must've forgotten her lunch.
>You look over to the anthill, and see a brown paper bag sitting next to it.
>Double dumb fuck.
>The green filly doesn't show up in class until near the end.
>She whispers something to Cheerilee, but there's no way it could be a full report of what you did.
>Only takes three seconds, tops.
>Cheerilee says something a bit louder about the book, and she just sits down and opens it up to a page.
>A few minutes later, she turns her head around and gives you this thousand yard stare.
>You try your best to focus on your reading, but at this point it's impossible.
>Be Twilight Sparkle.
>Any minute, and your little angel will walk through the door.
>"Hey, mom."
"Hey, how was-"
>"Fine, but the CMC need help with a school project. You mind if I sleep over with them tonight?"
>You silently wince and push your plans to play chess with your daughter back to another night.
>She's getting closer to being able to beat you every time you play.
>Granted, she still has a ways to go.
>But she seems to like it.
"Of course not, just be back by 11:00 AM."
>"Will do, thanks!"
>She runs out the door, not even grabbing any sleep gear.
>Oh well, you know it'll probably be at The Farm.
>AJ has plenty of spare beds for her massive extended family.
>Be Willow Wisp.
>A filly plops a box of bobby pins and some rope on the counter along with a couple of bits.
>She's a bit short, but you don't give a fuck and just give her the receipt.
>Be Plum Bum, owner of the Ponyville Plumbing Supply Store.
"So… why is it that you want to purchase all of this?"
>"Home repairs."
"Aren't you a little young to be doing your own home repairs?"
>"Yes. Yes I am."
>You shrug.
>She has the bits to pay for it, whatever.
>She barely manages to carry all of the stuff out.
"You want some help with that, missy?"
>She sets down one of the bags in her mouth for a second.
>"I'm good!"


>Be Diamond Tiara.
>Bright light wakes you up.
>You try to complain to your dad, but find that your mouth is full of your own sheets.
>You try to move to readjust them, but find that your legs are bound to your sides.
>You do the only thing you can do, really.
>Look up.
>It's the green filly.
>"Worms are interesting animals, you know. Back where I'm from, they don't grow much bigger than an index finger, and that's at their largest. Oh, right. You don't know what that is. No matter."
>A torch is lit on the floor.
>"Of course, you do still have the small garden variety ones; but there are also… more interesting ones."
>You don't know what the fuck she's talking about.
>"They hunt by vibrations formed by these creatures ponies call 'Gem Goliaths' deep under the bedrock of your world. Anything that hunts those fuckers daily has got to be pretty tough. Picture something that's ten feet tall, covered in sapphires and sharp amethysts, and spends its entire life crawling around deep underground looking for rocks to devour."
>You imagine it, despite yourself.
>"Now, imagine something that's a tough enough motherfucker to eat one of those."
>You do.
>You shudder.
>"Luckily for us, they don't really recognize pony vibrations as being worth going for. The only reason they go after the big guys in the first place is that they're rich in all sorts of chemicals that are vital to the worm's reproductive system; not to mention the fact that a digestive system that's basically a big rotary grinder with an acid bath under it makes a racket."
>She starts constructing something in front of you, about the height of your bed and made of a lot of pipes.
>"Unless, of course… somepony were to mimic the vibrations of a gem goliath near the surface."
>She flips a switch.
>"Enjoy your last few minutes, Diamond Tiara."
>The meaning of her words start to dawn on you as the contraption starts to make earth-shattering thumping sounds and the filly quickly and silently exits your room.
>You pray to Discord, Celestia, even Luna to get you out of these ropes.
>Soon, another rumbling joins that of the contraption at your feet.


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Hopefully that was good enough. As always, feel free to point out anything I could be doing better.




Very nice.
The pic of anonfilly doing greentext the way the ancientfags did it. A smiling Twilight has plans.
The fact that it reminds her of both books, and lists combined might help as well.

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