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Anonfilly Thread - Equestrian Missile Program Edition
Nueve
No.292891
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>Spoonfeed me. What's this thread about?
This thread typically consists of Anon gone filly, as he's thrust into a new life as a cute little pony.
>What's to be expected?
Fillies, cuteness, Anon-tier shenanigans, bitchy Twilight, desires to be the little filly, etc..

>Any archive of photos or stories?
Dropbox (Photos):
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/h46ituoalc71wp9/AACmTe3H8s10ArK3-5Q_3juqa?dl=0
Stories:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BP6aPchH3lGIRdzd78IWykMCXuKLrNABi6bxZGVTy9c/edit

>I'm a contributor.
Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt Lone15, so you can have your green added to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
Some especially based faggot also recently compiled nearly every filly image ever created, which you can check out here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1AowOdwFzlbRk0FVZsRGRYe2hyKhzo2h3?usp=sharing
Assess how well you fit into the filly hivemind: https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/personality-quiz/?group=-LdS-38NvfIG9PHPrYB8
>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
Old-mare Thread: >>282598 →
520 replies and 261 files omitted.
Anonymous
No.299546
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>>299545
Zippy post.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
No.299551
>>299542
qt
Anonymous
No.299552
>>299546
isn't zippy a bong?
Anonymous
No.299553
>>299542 (LankyFilly.png)
>"Anoodle there you are. Why aren't you playing with the other foals?"
" 'M too weird."
>You wave a hoof in Cheerilee's direction and accidentally boop her.
"I ruin tag, and capture the flag. I can't run 'cause these things are too floopy and flappy. They don't like me, and the only time they want anything from me is to be the monster!"
>"Anoo, no Anon no matter what the Princess has done you'll still be my friend with benefits, and now you're my student too."
>The pony who's duty it is to bring knowldge and wisdom to young ponies smiles.
>It's one you've seen used on other students to enlighten and make them feel better.
>"You know what you can do that few ponies here can do that you told me about?"
>She's walking closer about to embrace you in a hug.
>It's working...
"No?"
>She in leans closely to tell a secret.
>"You have the school girl part down..."
>It's breathy now
>"You also have the tentacle part down..."
>You start to giggle, from stress, or a lighter feeling you can't quite tell.
>"All you need to do now is >rape."
>Your head is spinning.
>You can feel her grinding her flank on you.
"Yes."
>To the surprise of everypony else advanced applied proctology is learned.
>Willingly or not the school of hardknocks is in session.
Anonymous
No.299554
299568
>>299548
"Don't make me pee on you robo-toaster-fleshlight."
>"How are you going to do that down there-"
"Watch me!"
>"-when I do this."
>A cold hoof touches you down there.
>Sealing everything.
"H-HEY! Stop that!"
>"..."
>"No."
"I really have to pee though."
>"So?"
Anonymous
No.299555
>>299267
Shoot! Sorry for taking so long on the (You) meant to do it Thursday after work but the time slipped by for me. Happy to see you back and continuing the story after I exhausted my supply of Thingpone and Thingpone adjacent stories so it's a relief to see you still punching the hours in.

Always love in these Anonfilly stories when the care takers have to meet the teachers and Astra's personality is definitely one that made for an entertaining encounter.
Placeholder
No.299559
>>299544
Ah, I see that now. My bad, I'll remember that for the next time.
Anonymous
No.299561
>>299548
cute robo pone and autism support tiny horse soft toy
Anonymous
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>>299548
F
Anonymous
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>>299554
Anonymous
No.299586
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>>299568
Sup Filly?
Anonymous
No.299587
>>299548
Can I request comfy green about robo momfu?
triple bigger nigger supreme
No.299611
"AVAST ye SCURVY DOGS! ARRR QUARRY BE NAUGHT BUT A FEW HUNDRED MORE PACES TO THE SUNS' SET!"
>One hand on your coat and the other gesturing your course, you turn to survey your crew
>Your first mate, Sweetie Belle, was busy trying to figure out how to tie a basic figure eight knot with little luck
>Master gunner Applebloom, having nothing else to do, saluted at attention
"AYE AYE, CAP'N!"
>Lookout Scootaloo dropped her spyglass and pointed off the port bow
"Cap'n Anon, ye best be wantin' ter see this!"
>She be the most well spoken of your crew
"Aye then, sailor, let's have a gander!"
>She squeezes past her shipmates idling in the crowded deck and hands you the glass
>Scanning the horizon, you pass to a great lavender blob rapidly growing in size
"Dear godde, we be in a fine heap o' shite now..."
>You mumble to yourself, slowly dropping the spyglass in disbelief
>Then suddenly
"ARRRRG! ALL HANDS ON DECK, YE COWARDLY SEA WORMS! A GREAT BEAST COMES TA HARRY ARRR VESSEL!"
>You raise an impressively swordlike branch in the direction of your enemy
"HELMSMAN, BROADSIDE THE RANCID BEAST! GUNNER 'BLOOM, ARRRRRRM THE CANNON FER MY SIGNAL!"
"Aye cap'n! Mannin' the cannin'!"
>Your ship strains as the currents resist your change in orientation
"HELMSMAN YE BLEEDIN' BILGERAT, I SAID TURN THIS BLOODEY SHIPPE!"
"I-I don't know if I can... c-cap'n..."
>Peppermint twist whines as she strains in her harness, barely pulling the ship along
"ARRRRRR! YE DAFT COCKSWINE! TELL THAT TO THE BEASTIE WHEN SHE BE PULLIN' US DOWN TER DAVEY JONES LOCKER! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
>You smack her on the flank with your sword, forcing cries of pain and a shift in pace
"The guns be loaded, cap'n! Awaitin' yer orders!"
"RIGHT THEN LADS, NOW WE SHOW THE DAMNABLE CRITTER WHAT POWER BE HELD O' POWDER AND IRON!"
>You grab your tricorn hat (cleverly fashioned of newspaper and putty, with a hole cut in the front to give it devilish horns) and wave it towards the beast
"FIRE!"

>Be Twilight Sparkle
>March 2nd... no, 3rd, the year our Princesses 2021
>You've just enjoyed your second... no, third cheat day of the month
>Four double hayburgers and two large fries garble and gurgle at the bottom of your gut, and somewhere on your chin a splotch of catsup still stains your coat
>You're going to be locked to the toilet for at least an hour
>But by Celestia was it worth it
>The grease...
>The salt...
>The large Poner Cola with unlimited refills...
>The-wait a second
>That shape, in the distance
>Your sight is blurry, the doctor has been warning you that it's too late in your life to be eating so much junk food, that you're going to imbalance your blood sugar
>Silly stallion, you know humour theory was tossed out over two decades ago!
>Miasma suggests no known connection between McCloppler's and heart disease
>So why is it taking you so long to focus on that shape that's so close by?
>Oh no
>It's too late
>Your distended stomach drops
>For a moment time stops
>A spinning blue sphere is on a crash course with your face
>Behind it, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle are sitting at a comically large slingshot, while Scootaloo screams to the heavens
>Anon has somehow found that accursed pirate costume you've thrown in different dumpsters at least six times now
>All perched in a tiny red wagon covered in plywood, being pulled by that poor fool filly Peppermint Twist

>You can still smell the vinegar, even as the balloon crashes into Twilight's forehead
>She covers her eyes and drops to the ground as you cackle with laughter
>She desperately rubs her eyes as she rolls on the ground
>Then the vomiting begins
>As your ship drifts off down the road you swear you see an entire burger emerge from her gullet
>Her pitiful screams hang in the air as she disappears from view, and you begin to sing with your crew
Anonymous
No.299613
>>299548
Adorable
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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>>299622
pretty slow on the draw this time, but ill forgive you for your dubs
Anonymous
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>>299586
I really have to pee, but robot pony sealed up my pee hole!
Anonymous
No.299625
>>299624
I'm gonna explode!
Anonymous
No.299635
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Spoilered
Spoilered
Spoilered
>>299331
Time for some obligatory edits
Anonymous
No.299637
>>299635
Noice.
Anonymous
No.299643
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Yuri Fanatic
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Finally finished a new chapter.
Fimfiction: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/473171/hornets-and-tricks
Ponepaste: https://ponepaste.org/user/YuriFanatic

>The wagon was, all the same, the last time you've seen it.
>It was a fairly small wagon by all means, yet this was in its compact-state made for transport.
>Entering inside, you can see cardboard boxes and alchemist bottles littering the wooden floorboards in several corners of the wagon.
>Wheels and wooden cogs remained aligned with the ceiling support beams.
>Ropes and pulleys were all lining aside the glass windows and smooth violet paint.
>Its intricate and unique design mystified you when you first laid eyes upon it, but eventually, you quickly learned that its function was to easily unravel the wagon into a full stage.
>Hell, it even had an easy compartment to open up the roof of the wagon to let the air and dust out.
>All of this only managed to impress you once you have grown accustomed to it.
>A newfound respect for Trixie was born as you've seen more of her performances unfold.
>You've made plenty of memories here in this small wagon in the short couple of months you've been with Trixie.

>You turned your gaze to Trixie as she dropped her groceries to her side and started to rummage through some boxes under her bed hammock.
>Looking around again, your blanket was still in its same place as it was before, bundled on the floor in the other corner of the room. A couple more cardboard boxes were tipped over, probably due to the impact it received from the Hag before.
>Trixie's merchandise, alchemy ingredients, and books were scattered on the floor.
>A barrel bathtub still laid against the far back wall.
>Other than that, there were no other commodities to show for.

>If any other pony saw this, they would assume it was some kind of mobile storage area and they would be right to some degree.
>However, as someone who lived in this wagon for about a year now, it was a small place to call home.
>Furthermore, it was a home that's able to travel along with you wherever you and Trixie went.

>"Hornet dear, have you seen the soup ladle?" Trixie's muffled mumblings reached your ear as she is still rummaging around her wagon in various other boxes.
"Huh? Oh, let me look" Snapping from your trip down memory lane, you scanned the room. Your eyes drawback to the mess before you. You assume the ladle was probably underneath all that, so you started to clean it up.
>After some time, you noticed the familiar silverware underneath.
"Found it!" You called out, bringing it to the azure mare.

>"Oh perfect! Could you also grab the paint in the back?" Trixie requested as she placed all the necessary cooking supplies on her back.
"The one's next to the bathtub right?" You recall.
>"Yes. The purple one dear."
"Wait, didn't you say that you're too tired to paint?"
>"Why yes I did, however, Trixie has an idea!" You hear her hoofsteps trot to the exit door. "Hurry along now."
"Alright," you answer. Not withholding your curiosity, you managed to quickly pull one of the buckets handles up and carried it down the steps of the wagon.

>Trixie was already setting up the charcoal in the firepit with the crockpot ready with the help of her telekinesis. Turning to you, she raised a brow.
>"Do you need help?" The azure mare remarks as you strained your neck a bit pulling the heavy bucket of paint onto the dirt.
"Ivf goft ift!" You muffle out. Dropping it to the ground, you give out a grunted sigh.
"Phew, that was heavy! Hey Trixie, does this paint have any lead in it?"
>"Hmm? Why would you ask that?" The mare asked puzzledly as she prepared her ingredients with her levitation magic.
"It felt pretty heavy. I also believe lead is poisonous. I recall it being a serious problem back... where I come from." You mutter a bit at the end.
>You do recall that lead poisoning was a serious issue in the past back on earth, but not during a time you were alive.

>"They use lead for paint over there?" Trixie held a hoof over her mouth in surprise.
"Uh, yeah. They stopped doing that eventually, but I'm not sure if this paint has it too." You answer a little cautiously.
>Trixie was already trotting over to you with a disgruntled expression.
>"Oh Luna no, what kind of pony would use lead?" She judged with heavy disapproval in her voice.
>"No, these paints use normal titanium dioxide, linseed oil, and magic resin. Tell me Hornet, did you come in contact with any of it?" The worried mare held her hooves on both your cheeks, trying to see any signs of symptoms.
You successfully shook your head from her grasp with mild protest. "No, I'm fine. I'm not retard- errr mentally challenged or anything. At least I think not." You remarked with a little bit of uncertainty.
>Sure you can be an autistic mess at times, but straight-up mentally deficient you weren't.

>The mare released a sigh of relief. "Well, you're certainly smarter than the average filly that's for sure." Trixie smiled as she messed with your mane. You reactively tried to pry your head away again and scrunched your muzzle in discontent.
>The azure mare giggled as you released yourself from her grasp.
"H-Hey!"
>"Oh relax, it's not like your mane can get any messier than it already is." She chided.
>"You should really let me brush your mane."
"I could say the same to you. You still have your bed hair." You stifle a laugh.
>"I do!? Oh, Trixie almost completely forgot this morning! Why didn't you mention it sooner?" Trixie then attempts to use her magic to form her mane in an orderly fashion, with not much success.
"Why? Concerned that stallion saw you so uncouth?" You stole Rarity's words, with an added smugness on your face.
>"W-What? He doesn't have anything to do with that!" The magician said almost too defensively.
Yuri Fanatic
No.299657
300026
>>299656
"Ahuh, sure." You responded sarcastically before smiling and nodding your head.
"Ah young love, alas..." Your thoughts went back to the mare that you asked out once, and even before that.
>You don't ever recall having a serious relationship back in your old life.
>Most of your days were spent studying for school, keeping in touch with your male friends, or finding work. Actively looking for a romantic interest wasn't really on your list of priorities, but you've kept yourself romantically available.
>Your looks were average, so you always figured that you'd eventually meet the one for you if you've made yourself financially attractive as well. It's ironic that your first "almost" real relationship would be with a pony in a world light-years away.
>You almost regret not living a little bit back on earth.

>"Oh shush, you should really stop with the teasing. Trixie is supposed to be the one teasing." Your solemn thoughts were being interrupted by the feeling of your cheeks being pressed together.
"I think your food is burning." You deadpanned.

>"It is!?" Trixie quickly rushed towards the crockpot, only to find that she hasn't even started making the soup yet. She narrows her eyes at you with the biggest scrunched muzzle you have ever seen, with you responding in an innocent but mischievous smile.
>"Why you little-" The azure mare then bolted right after you with you instinctively running up from your haunches.

"Wait! I was joking! It was kidding! Hold on-" you pleaded as you retreated from the mare.
>Unfortunately, your tiny legs couldn't match the legs of a furious mare.
>It was only for a short moment of freedom before being pounced on by Trixie. Both of you tumble a bit through the soft grass and mud, landing on your back with Trixie standing over you.
>For some reason this excitement caused you to let out a shameful foalish giggle. You immediately stopped yourself closed your mouth with both of your ankles.
>What the hell? You didn't giggle like that willingly, or at all, ever. You would giggle for making dumb jokes or poking at Trixie's emotions here and there sure, but not like that.
>That giggle would be akin to how a small foal would when being chased by... their parents. Small embarrassment aside, this revelation deeply disturbed you.
>Something is wrong with your brain, changing something deep inside you ever so slowly. You didn't even realize it up until now.

>Trixie however is completely oblivious to this inner revelation and starts poking you at your sides.
"Hey stop-" you protested, "Trixie w-wait!"
>"Nope, not stopping~" Trixie giggled as she continued her onslaught of tickles.
"N-No I'm being serious Trixie, please s-stop! STOP!" Then it happened.

>The tickling stopped, but as you opened your eyes to see that Trixie was standing back a bit holding her muzzle with a hoof. You were holding out your right hoof in the air in front of you, only to realize what you have done.
"T-Trixie?" You stutter.
>"S-Sorry Hornet. Perhaps Trixie went a little too far." You feel the regret in her voice.
>Trixie was already wiping her muzzle and turning to face away. "Trixie should really get back to cooking. You must be starving after all that exercise." she reasoned.
>You stood up and tried to look at her bruise, but she actively avoided eye contact with you.

"Hey Trixie, wait I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. It was an accid-"
>"It's alright Hornet. It was Trixie's fault. She should have been more careful." She said with a certain distance in her voice. "Trixie knows how you are with physical contact, she should have been mindful of it."
"But-"
>"It's fine. Trixie already forgave you. Look the charcoal is going to be wasted if I don't get back to it soon. Just be patient until the food is ready alright?" The mare interjected your rebuttal with a certain kindness before starting to walk back to the campsite.
"I-" You simply sat there.

>Looking back on your hoof you could see a small stain of red on the front where your nail met her face. A feeling of guilt stains the back of your mind as you look back at Trixie in the distance.
>Muddled feelings and emotions took over your thoughts. Guilt, dread, embarrassment, and plenty of others you couldn't bother to name.
>The first thing you need to address was the child-like feelings that disturbed your soul when you were around Trixie.
>You never had this issue around Twilight when she was your guardian for only a couple of years. It was... unpleasantly pleasant. Like a guilt feeling of pleasure, you shouldn't have.
>Hell, you can't even fucking remember the last time you had this feeling with your real mother, your human mother back on earth. Something was deeply wrong, with your mind.
>It was no doubt something psychological.
Or was... my mind slowly regressing to that of a real filly?

>You always had this thought at the back of your mind since you first became what you are now.
>Twilight said that there were no recorded accounts of the long-term effects of being transformed into a filly. She did theorize once that an adult human mind couldn't be fully transferred to an adolescent filly mind, but no problems ever occurred and I was able to recollect everything about my former life just fine.
Or at least those that I'm aware of...

>A lot of conflicting emotions swelled up inside and the fact that you harmed Trixie on accident didn't help either.
>You have to give a proper apology later. You didn't want to damage your relationship with Trixie.
>The very thought scares you to no end.
Not like last time, I'll not let it happen like last time again.
Anonymous
No.299662
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Two retards did a thing
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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>>299656
>Trixie
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>>299667
>Trixie
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>>299671
>Trixie
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>>299833
thx fren :>
Anonymous
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Anonymous
No.299843
>>299840
What kind of feesh will filly get this time?
Anonymous
No.299844
>>299840
Wish I was there. Looks relaxing and comfy. And the bonfire when you get back to the tent, or fireplace in the hut, in the evening is life.
Anonymous
No.299845
>>299545
Could you elaborate? Why do you hate him or this picture? I have really no stake in this but I'm kinda curious.
Anonymous
No.299846
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So appearently it is easier to draw things if you have a refrence. Like a lot easier. Who knew?
Anonymous
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>>299840
>A small green filly wanders the night
>Not the verdant green of rolling country hills, or the deep green of the forest canopy
>A sickly, pale green
>The green of stomach bile and infected pus
>The green of rot
>Trudging through the dark, day and night
>Her gaze is fixed ahead, hollow sockets turned to the horizon
>A fly buzzes in, simultaneously voiding its bowls and hurling digestive juices onto the exposed soft tissue before lapping up the wet mess
>A parting gift in the form of eggs is left amid the grime before it takes off to round the head in an endless circuit
>Blood and mucus crust the edges of the holes, staining the fur with a grisly shadow
>The filly stops in her tracks, overcome with the itch, pawing at her face with her dirty hooves
>Debris and germs are cast into the vulnerable wounds; of this she is aware, but the itching is too unbearable to worry about sanitation
>She drops back down, brow furrowed and teeth clenched, and stares into the dancing darkness of her unsight
>And begins to trudge on

>A branch sends throbs of pain through her jagged snout
>Though she raises her hooves with every step to feel her way through the forest, she cannot hope to protect herself fully
>Her nose is just so slightly flattened, and already impacts have taken a tooth
>The nostrils are so clogged with snot and blood that all she smells is copper
>Her mouth hangs slightly open, an easier alternative to the congestion and unpleasant stench
>Breathing through her teeth, frozen in a pained scowl
>A little worm has wriggled its way free of its soft egg, and wriggles with his bretheren in the festering hole
>His mother made a final landing some time ago, back in the putrid muck
>Her corpse balances lifelessly in the scum
>As he feasts on the yellowed meat of his host, another passenger drops from his tiny maggot bowels
>A microscopic speck, floating in the film of fluid coating the inside of his home cavern
>He joins a rapidly growing microbiome of bacteria soup
>The filly stops again, screams aloud, and furiously scratches her empty sockets
>The little worm is scraped out by a chipped hoof and squished into little worm goo
>Brothers and sisters still remain
>And the specks only grow in number

>Her limbs are heavy, thinned to stilts
>Her cheeks are gaunt, her ribs bare
>She barely has the energy to continue on
>But to give up moving would be to focus on the miserable sensations of her once eyes
>Itching and tickling as her unwelcome friends take her their fill and then some
>Yellowish, pinkish pus flows down her cheeks in regular intervals
>The worms grow ever fatter, huddling in piles among necrotic flesh
>The little speck has divided into dozens, jostling with one another and with other specks from all walks of microscopic life
>They have oozed through capillaries, overwhelming the body's natural residents
>Feasting and dividing
>Festering
>As the filly forces her way through the underbrush

>Her whole face pounds with every ragged heartbeat
>The last of her energy has been spent; now she is consigned to wallow in the dirt, and in her own misery
>The oldest of the little worms grew wings and took flight, joining the crowd around their host's swollen head
>They follow the examples of their forebears, eating and shitting and making more of themselves
>The tiny specks have wiggled through the severed optic nerves, and make their first forays into the skull
>For a while it resisted, but now they trickle steadily through the blood brain barrier
>Her body painfully seizes and contracts, her brain wracked with inflammation as the invaders turn thoughts and memories into shapeless mush
>At last she nears the end of her agonies, distorted images flashing before her minds eye
>Peering through the dancing darkness of her unsight

>"So always take care when walking the night. For any filly who dares go alone, runs the risk of meeting...
>"EYELESS ANON!"
>She lurches out of her seat and waves her arms threateningly in your faces
>The three of you still sitting fall over backwards and scream, Honey Dew giggling with glee
>You swat a gnat from your face as you sit back up and join her laughter, along with Salivanter
>Only your friend Melondrops seems genuinely shaken by the tale, mustering out a nervous chuckle when she rises
"Uh oh, I think you really got to Melanie with that one~"
>You say with a mischievous smile
>Honey Dew saddles up beside her and throws a hoof over her shoulder
>"Aww, don't worry Mel, none of us are alone right now so we're all perfectly fine."
"As long as you don't have to pee before you hit the sack."
<"Whatever guys... it was kinda spooky I guess, b-but I'd be an idiot to believe a story like that..."
>You all cock skeptical eyebrows at her
<"Even if it was real, you said she died in the end anyways, s-so nothing to worry about..."
>"Whatever, fraidy-cat. I'm gonna go ahead and call it a night."
>Your friends all agree, but you want to stay up and enjoy the fire a little longer
>Exchanging goodnights, they retire to the tent as you stare into the blaze
>Soon the gnats, with only one target left, are concentrating on you and you move in closer to escape their wrath
>Boy, there sure are a lot of them out tonight
Anonymous
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>>299847
Refrences truly are the key to all of this. This is all from memory. It's like I can suddenly draw.
Anonymous
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>>299848
neat
Anonymous
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>>299848
have another one to try brother
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>>299849
Thanks.
>>299850
Anonymous
No.299852
>>299847
Oh that poor thing! Somebody get her some bugspray before she gets made the subject of her own horror story!
Anonymous
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>>299847
m-moar?
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>>299854
prehaps, as the inspiration strikes
Anonymous
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Just eviscerate her colon
Anonymous
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>>299869
Anonymous
No.299884
In 3, 2, 1,...
Anonymous
No.299886
>>299885
Too easy
Anonymous
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Anonymous
No.299892
>>299890
That is a lot of Autism Support Tiny Horse Soft Toys.
Bet that one plush in the middle of the pile is comfy as fuck.
Anonymous
No.299905
299921
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Anonymous
No.299907
>>299906
So predictable
Anonymous
No.299911
>>299890
>plushies
I DO WANT!!!
Anonymous
No.299921
299929
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>>299869
>>299905
surprised to now see straight up fillyfug, noice m'dude
Anonymous
No.299929
Spoilered
>>299921
Sometimes you just need to fuck the filly up, y'know?
Anonymous
No.299946
299950 299965
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Anonymous
No.299950
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>>299946
What a nice young lady
Anonymous
No.299965
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>>299946
knock knock twicunt
is anon home?
Anonymous
No.299977
>”Anon stop being a tsundere poof. Your character is that of a man who has become a filly. Why would pretend to not like compliments on yor cuteness to liking it?” Twilight Spankle asks because every narrative these days has to go through a cynical and ironic filter.
”I'm not tsundere, baka! I don't even like the color purple.” you says as you partly look at Twatwank Spedackle and partly at the alluring unfinished puzzle on the table.
>Twuli Speckul released the dam of tears in her eyes.
>So drammatic!
>”You know what, Anal? I'm worried about you. What will you be when you grow up and I ain't there to clean up your spergs.” She used big words becuase she is purple smart bookhorse (\ >.< /)
”Om my god! A chinse dual wielding scythe the horror!” The author clevery reminded the audience of Anon's meta awareness and fourth-wall breaking powers.
Anonymous
No.300015
300054
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Anonymous
No.300024
Spoilered

Anonymous
No.300025
>Nonny, Nyx and Dyx are walking through the forest
>Come across a some sort of bear that's smoking
>"Hey fillies, you wanna see a dead body?"
>Dyx is interested, Nyx is unsure, and Nonny is nervous
>The bear picks Nyx up and rips her head off
>Nonny starts screaming while Dyx just looks mildly aroused
Anonymous
No.300026
300381
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>>299656
>>299657
So fucking glad someone is continuing this story after all these years, it had so much potential. New chapter added to the doc, you might want to link it for me next time but I was able to find it, heh.
Anonymous
No.300054
300098 300108
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>>300015
>ywn be a QT stubborn weedle fighting your heart out while your trainer cheers you on at the gym you've journeyed for months to reach
Anonymous
No.300068
>>299270
Just wanted to say thanks for writing this story. I found the link to the paste and found this thread. Used to write quite a bit of Thingpone but I haven't continued them in a while due to laziness... I find it a little bit strange how much control Twilight has over Astral Thing, like how she was able to instantly detect when filly anon assimilated the cockatrice but I really like the story overall. Keep it up!
Anonymous
No.300098
>>300054
She will never breed you mercilessly at the daycare for that perfect stats Shiny beedrill
Anonymous
No.300108
300111 300141 300170
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>>300054
Anonymous
No.300111
300115
>>300108
4 of them are mine.
Anonymous
No.300115
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>>300111
Trip of truth. Checked.
Anonymous
No.300141
>>300108
Reeee! Fillies are gonna suffocate!
Anonymous
No.300170
>>300108
>ordered 5 fillies
>Wait patiently for the day they arrive.
>The day comes
>You put on your birthday suite and greet the wagie delivery guy with a wide smile
>He hands you the box of autism, his hands trembling and knees weak
>He vomits spaghetti
>You laugh for you have no pockets for spaghetti to fall out of
>Back inside you tear open the box
>At long last your pack of little green fags are right where you want them.
>Without hesitation you shove one foot right up a fillies newly formed tail hole
>You repeat the process with your other foot
>You shove your fist through another stuffed filly butt, grabbing hold of its inner fluff
>It's still moist with the tears of the Chinese serf that was forced to make it
>This only makes you harder
>With your free hand you impale the fourth upon your cock to act as a sock
>You punch the final filly tearing through her fabric to wear her on you other hand
>Now you are complete
Anonymous
No.300219
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Anonymous
No.300225
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Anonymous
No.300227
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Anonymous
No.300237
300291
Does anyone still have the files of the dude who used to do the anonfilly voice? i need it for reasons
Anonymous
No.300290
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Anonymous
No.300291
300343
smh.mp3
>>300237
>the dude
Anonymous
No.300294
kysfgt_youcandoit.mp3
>>300293
Anonymous
No.300343
>>300291
>the dude
My bad, i meant the totally real filly.
Jokes aside, thank you very much, i apreciate it anon
Anonymous
No.300354
gayweed2.png
Filly and Dyx having a good time.
Anonymous
No.300356
300361
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>>300355
Lone15
No.300361
>>300356
Well, this is a nice surprise. Are you the one that made the edit?
Anonymous
No.300363
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Anonymous
No.300367
>>300365
He already did this time
Anonymous
No.300375
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Anonymous
No.300381
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>>300026
Glad you enjoyed. I’m trying my best to make this fiction as faithful to the original plot as possible. I even got my additions approved by the original author and had him share his notes with me!

Expect more wholesome inadequate parental bonding with an undertone of grimdark and hopelessness.
Anonymous
No.300424
300425
BigGulchGulpFilly.jpg
>>298722
//------------------------------//
// Counting the Days
// Story: Trust Once Lost
// by Greenhorne
//------------------------------//
https://ponepaste.org/3927

“It’s not a big deal!” I yelled.

“It is a big deal,” Applejack replied. “Nopony has a right to force you to do something you don’t want to do. I want you to feel safe here -”

“And I do feel safe!” I interrupted, “Washing someone’s mouth out with soap is a bit old fashioned, but it’s not like she would actually hurt me.”

“What’s not a big deal?” The youngest member of the Apple family rounded the corner into the kitchen.

“Nothing,” I said.

 Applejack sighed. “Green said a bad word in front’a granny.”

Applebloom’s face made an ‘o’ of realization.

“She got the soap?” Applebloom stuck her tongue out, “Blegh.”

“See?” I said, “Not a big deal.”

My fatigue caught up with me while we were eating breakfast. My hoof grip nearly shattered a glass of apple juice.

“I want you to make sure you look out for Green at school today.” Applejack said. “She might have trouble meeting so many new ponies at once.”

“I feel tired,” I said, “Do I have to go to school today?”

“Yes,” AJ said. “You can’t miss school just because you’re tired.”

“But I just got here, don’t I get some time to settle in?”

“I know you’re nervous about going to school, but it’s not going to get any better by putting it off.”

“What if I’m sick though.”

“Do you feel sick?”

“Y-” Oh right, she can tell when I’m lying. “No. I just feel sick with anxiety.”

As pathetic as it sounds, I found it almost impossible to watch the episodes where the crusaders were getting bullied. It made me apoplectic with rage to see bullies getting away with it, and yet just like in real life, there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“It’ll be fine,” Applebloom assured. “Miss Cheerilee is really nice.”

“It’s not the teacher I’m worried about.”

“Applebloom will be right there with you and she’ll make sure nopony is mean to you.”

Time to bring out the big guns.

“You said you wouldn’t force me to do anything.” I accused. “Well, I don’t want to go to school. Just get me the textbooks and I’ll read them myself.”

“School isn’t just about learning things from books,” AJ said. “I want you to go to school so you can make some friends.”

“I can be friends with Applebloom.”

“If you try to put it off it’s not going to get any easier.” Applejack said. “You do have to go to school, it’s the law.”

“What are they going to do?” I asked. "Throw me in a dungeon? Banish me? Banish me and throw me in a dungeon in the place they banish me to?”

“If you don’t go to school, I’ll get in trouble, and then I won’t be able to look after you anymore.”

I managed to brush my teeth without help, the trouble was mostly gripping the toothbrush at the right angle. Comparing the toothbrush I’d been given to Applebloom’s the handle was much wider and flatter, which made it easier to grasp with my inconsistent hoofgrip. Whether it was designed for a foal or for somepony with a disability I suppose made no practical difference.

“Did you need help to brush your mane?” Asked Applejack.

I’d never owned a hairbrush. I’d had a crew cut since I was a little kid.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t you want to look your best to meet your new classmates?”

“I don’t want to meet them at all.” I answered back. “It’s not like it will make a difference anyway.”

I realized I was just being obstinate.

“Fine,” I admitted. “I don’t know how to brush my mane.”

I really need a haircut.

I didn’t think AJ would let me get a buzz cut, but I could at least make it shorter and easier to deal with.

Considering my new body was about forty percent hair by volume, it wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. Brushing your mane implied brushing your mane and tail, but we were still done in just a few minutes. There were a few tangles but I focused on not letting any of the discomfort show on my face. Short hair would have less risk of people grabbing it - not that that’s something I should have to worry about. Probably. Ouch. There’s another knot.

“You don’t have to walk us to school ya know.” Said Applebloom

“Ah know you’re all grown up,” AJ replied, “But it’s Green’s first day and I want to have a word with Cheerilee.”

“Fine.”

“You’re not embarrassed to be seen with yer big sis are ya?”

Better to nip this conversation in the bud.

“She doesn’t want her classmates to think she’s a baby who needs to be walked to school,” I said. “It’s nothing personal.”

Applebloom nodded.

“If those fillies at school are teasing you again I can speak to their parents.”

“Please don’t.”
Anonymous
No.300425
300426
>>300424
Cheerilee wasn’t surprised to see Applejack approaching her. It was common that parents would want to talk before leaving their precious child with her for the first time, and it was nice to see Applejack was so quickly growing to fill that role for her new foster foal.

The file Cheerilee had been given on her newest student was surprisingly light; no transcripts from previous schools, no commendations, and no disciplinary records either. She hoped Applejack could help fill in some of the blanks, else she’d be starting from scratch.

“Applejack!” said Cheerilee, “So good to see you. You’re here to drop off Green, I take it?”

“Yeah,” Applejack nodded, “There were some things I wanted to discuss with you.”

“That’s great,” Replied Cheerilee, “I wanted to ask about what prior education she’s had.”

“Well she seems pretty clever,” Said Applejack, “But she won’t tell us anything about her past so there’s not much to say about that.”

“I’ll see how she goes in class today,” Said Cheerilee, “If she’s keeping up okay then I can test for any gaps in her knowledge once she’s had a chance to settle in.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about actually,” Applejack admitted, “Green has some issues you should be aware of.”

“Oh?”

“She has poor coordination, and struggles to grip things with her hooves.” Said Applejack. “She can read, but I’m not sure if she’ll be able to write legibly.”

Cheerilee frowned.

“I see.” She said. “And what about her magic?”

“No spells yet, but she’s having magic surges.”

Cheerilee’s eyes widened, imagining the damage an unstable unicorn foal with the mana pool of an eight-year-old could do to her classroom.

“Magic surges, at her age?” Cheerilee questioned.

“Well, only once so far.” Applejack said. “We’re hoping it was a one-time thing.”

“Anything else I should know?”

“She gets really frightened when she’s meeting new ponies,” Said Applejack, “So maybe don’t make her introduce herself in front of the whole class.”

“Even if she’s shy it’s usually best to get introductions out of the way upfront.” Cheerilee said, “If the other students see me treating her differently it may not be the best first impression.”

“She’s not just shy,” Applejack said, “She has panic attacks.”

“Oh dear.” Said Cheerilee. “Well, I’ll certainly do whatever I can to help her feel comfortable.”

“One more thing, if you see her looking at a fixed point and taking slow breaths that means she’s feeling anxious and doing her breathing exercises,” Applejack explained, “So try not to interrupt her.”

“Alright class, we have a new student today.” Said Cheerilee, “Her name is Green, and I expect you all to make her feel welcome.”

It’s alright, they’re just kids. It’s just words. They can’t hurt you. I mean, they’re bigger than you and you don’t even know how to run, so they probably could hurt really badly, but they won’t, right?

I couldn’t remember the crusaders ever getting beaten up physically, but this world seemed much more real.

Oh god, everyone’s still looking at me! I must be doing something wrong.

Relax. Breathe. In. Out.

They’re probably waiting for me to introduce myself.

“Uh, hi, my name is Green,” I managed to say, “And... I don’t know how I got here.”

Stupid. Stupid. Why did this have to be so hard? Why was I so anxious just meeting a group of children?

“Hi, Green.” The class chanted in unison.

“Alright Class,” Said Cheerliee, “Eyes front. Today we’re going to be learning about how to read a calendar.”

There was a murmur of dissatisfaction from the class and one of the young ponies raised their hoof.

“Yes, Twist?” Said Cheerilee.

“Isn’t Green going to introduce herself in front of the class?”

I wanted to hide my face, but I knew I had to keep my body language neutral. If I showed weakness, I just knew they’d bully me forever.

Keep breathing. Don’t move.

“Only if she wants to.” Said Cheerliee. “If we get through this lesson quickly I can give you all an early mark for recess.”

I was trapped. If I said no, everypony would think I’m shy. If I said yes, I’d be holding them back from early recess and they’d all be angry with me. Why did she have to do this to me?

I tried to answer and my decision was all but made for me when I realized I couldn’t move. I opened my mouth and, rather than make strangled noises, I closed it again. Swallowing dryly I shook my head in the negative.

As the class moved on I couldn’t focus, but it hardly mattered in a class about reading calendars. I felt like I had to pee but, from experience, I knew with how suddenly it had come on that it was just a fear response.

“Green.”

Relax. Breathe. You haven’t done anything wrong.

“Did you hear the question, Green?” Cheerilee asked in a gentle tone.

“No,” I replied. “What was it again?”

“I was asking how many days there are in a year.”

“Three hundred and sixty-five.” I answered.

“Not quite. Anypony else?” The teacher asked. “Yes, Diamond Tiara.”

“There are a thousand.” Her stuck up voice put my teeth on edge. “Even foals know that!”

“That’s not a kind thing to say young filly.” Cheerilee admonished. “See me after class.”

Great. Now the teacher was defending me. I was going to pay for that.

As the lesson wore on I felt my need to pee grow stronger. Maybe I really did need to go. I couldn’t ask for a hall pass though; I didn’t want to interrupt the lesson, and the other kids would probably think I was running off to the bathroom to cry.

In any case, Cheerilee had said we would get an early recess, so I shouldn’t have to wait too long.
Anonymous
No.300426
300436 301913
>>300425
By the time the lesson was winding down, all I could really think about was plotting the fastest way to get to the bathroom after class was let out. I would wait a little bit for the other kids to get through the door so they wouldn’t bump into me, and then I’d make a break for the bathrooms I’d seen on the way in.

Thankfully, when I got to the bathroom the stalls were empty. I hadn’t considered what I’d do if letting the other students leave the classroom first had meant a line.

It took a bit of concentration to ensure my hooves didn't slip on the hard floor. The last thing I wanted to do was skid into a wall.

The toilet was scaled down a bit from the full-size ones I’d see so far, which made it more comfortable to use at my size.

Feeling much relieved I left the stall and went to wash my hooves.

I had to fight down a spike of panic when I saw another pony enter the bathroom.

Relax. Breathe. You have every right to be here.

The sky blue pegasus colt looked at me in shock as he and I came to the same realization.

My skin went cold and I felt like I had to pee again.

The colt’s hooves were thunderous on the tile floor as he galloped away.

“Miss Cheerilee, Miss Cheerilee!” The colt yelled. “Green is in the wrong bathroom!”
Anonymous
No.300436
>>300426
Rip filly
Anonymous
No.300438
300447
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i guess /mlp/ is still fillying without us
Anonymous
No.300444
300447 300459
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Anonymous
No.300447
300490
>>300438
im a bit retarded, what is redhair's name?
>>300444
checked
Anonymous
No.300458
300776
Item Bounce - Air Ride
>What if you pulled energy from hell itself to go power a growing nation?
>Well hell is a bit too far away according to Twilight, but Earth...
>It's close enough.
"Twilight? There's a point where we should have stopped and we clearly passed it."
>The eldrich hum of the JFC reactor and extractor whines with a hum that want's to rub its non-existant hands.
>The control room with the purple princess has quadruple reinforced glass and dials and knobs.
>"The jew-furry-communist refining process is going well, don't worry your little filly head about it."
>You're standing next to the big red emergency shutdown button.
>The machine pulling at the essence of those things to create pure magic, mechanical and electrical power.
>There was one issue that couldn't be foreseen.
>As the previous head of the project the gay-heb-radiation slowly made symptoms known.
>An interest in price gouging, and making interest based loans.
>The degeneracy that was considering kidnapping dragon eggs, all the eggs, even youthful creatures, and various implements of soul rendering.
>You remember when you we're rubbing your hands about redistributing the town's pets for a red bath and orgy.
>You started using Oy Vey constantly, and Oooo, wooooo.
>That's when you knew the project had to be stopped.
>When you had to go under intensive rehabilitation with the filly transformation spell.
>but
>You have faith in Twilight though, if anyone could make this dangerous project work for the betterment of everyone it would be her.
"Twilight Sparkle as previous head of the project we're shutting everything down."
>"Anon! If we don't do this when another villain comes along it'll be anuda shoah."
"I see you're point, but-"
"What did you say?"
>"Another villain comes along?"
"No, no, little bit after that."
>"I don't know what you mean?"
>Fuck.
>You slam the big red button.
>"NOOOO! YOU STUPID GOY! I-"
>She covers her mouth.
>"Oh no."
>"I'm irradiated gevalt. What will my comrades thing of me now?"
>Her eyes turn into pin pricks.
>"Ffffrrrriiiieee comrads, wook hewe Anon it's..."
>Her horn is starting to glow
>she reaches up and grabs it herself stopping it for now.
>She's sweating bullets, and hyperventilating.
>"Help me."
>Going to your friend lifting the purple pony up on your back
>feeling her start to molest you.
>You're heading to the hospital, and other ponies to get help.
>Tears soak into your fur.
>It's not too late, at least she hasn't started working toward those awful plots and plans.
>Her element of friendship and magic cutiemark should start to prevent, and reverse those symptoms faster.
"You're going to make it."
>Her hoof circles my ponut.
"Hold your horn Twilight this is going to be a bumpy ride."
Anonymous
No.300459
>>300444
Checked.
Filly wants belly rubs.
Anonymous
No.300462
b4e1.png
>>300461
Anonymous
No.300490
300520
>>300447
The new princess of sandwiches, Sub. On the /mlp/ drawthread, a “black alicorn filly, preferably one with a three letter name” was requested. They received Sub. This particular image was requested by me, anonymous #[insert post number here]
Anonymous
No.300512
>>292891
>be the filly
>get belly rubs for the first time
>they feel better than masturbation and nopony thinks twice about giving them to you
>literally feel heart-shapes form in your eyes and see them in the reflections of poner eyes
>can even give yourself bellyrubs at home
>ponies think your bellyrub addiction is "just anon being anon" with the same lighthearted tone they have when they see "pinkie being pinkie"
Anonymous
No.300520
>>300490
uh, neat
Anonymous
No.300522
300528 300545
bitch.png
real life scares me
Anonymous
No.300528
>>300522
Easy Filly, not for long.
Anonymous
No.300529
kys filly.png
>>300524
Anonymous
No.300543
AstroFillyProne.png

Anonymous
No.300545
1457999578571.jpg
>>300522
real life is gay
Anonymous
No.300610
>Be suddenly Anonfilly...
>"Aw what a cute filly, but I'm sure your Abada zigger parents miss you. So off you-"
"Zigger? Hold on, I wasn't whatever the fuck I am now. I used to be human."
>Twilight laughs, and let's you in on the joke.
>She didn't fail, and look on your face was priceless.
>You start taking a good look at yourself.
>Color coded board fur? Check.
>Question mark? Check.
>Genitals? Going to need to investigate further.
>Double horns on the snout? ...
>What was that behind me?
>Uhhhh, what the fuck is that.
>Oh that's a tail.
>"Well, I always did want to do some testing on abada, the ziggercorns. The other Anonfillies are down stairs."
"What is an abada anyway? What do they do?"
>She waves her hoof around a bit.
>"Generally be massive faggots so it's a perfect match. For abilities that's what invasive testing is for."
Anonymous
No.300698
300700 300718
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Pick you poison
Anonymous
No.300700
>>300698
Anon's face is priceless.
Anonymous
No.300718
300778
he he he.jpeg
>>300698
I'm thinking about a "reverse" poison.
Anonymous
No.300766
300767
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Anonymous
No.300767
>>300766
Checked.
Say it little filly, say the Z word.
ZI - GGER.
Anonymous
No.300776
i don't know.png
>>300458
Anonymous
No.300778
>>300718
that thumb reminds me of a clitoris stimulator that is on dildos, which leads me to assert that the pone term for fisting is hoofing, and that a fister is called a hoofer, and that THAT gauntlet is one hell of a hoofing tool.
Anonymous
No.300814
300827
2174951__safe_twilight+sparkle_solo_female_pony_mare_smiling_alicorn_screencap_twilight+sparkle+(alicorn)_cropped_grin_faic_evil+grin_the+ending+.png
The Rape Song (Very Offensive) - WhiteChocolateGangster
>Be Anonfilly
>Momfu Princess of Friendship and current tuler of Equestria just got a sexual discharge covered letter from the queen and king of the caribou for the complete and total surrender.
>Twilight is banging her head on a desk thinking.
>"What would Princess Celestia do?"
"Oh! I know. It's simple."
>"Anon, they threatened to rape everypony especially me and you and my friends!"
>Apparently caribou have a natural field of magic that makes them feel like they aren't ever a personal problem.
>The point being the formal invasion is to fully use the mysterious magic of the Hard Throbbing Rod of Domination.
>Like all magical artifacts of extreme power it has some caveats and conditions, such as being the best at rape.
"Use more >rape then."
>She gives me a look.
>"Use more rape? What!? ANON THAT'S..."
>She slowly starts to smile its honestly a little worrying.
>No it's incredibly worrying.
>She isn't blinking.
>"We can get a metallic carriage. Fluttershy has a bear. Pinkie Pie can aquire sweets. Rarity has the threads. Rainbow Dash leads a pent up group. Applejack is an expert bucker. You have the mind, body, beer, and CDs. I have the magic and plans."
>"Togther we are the elements of rape!"
Anonymous
No.300827
1746599.png
>>300814
>"Togther we are the elements of rape!"
Somepony, please save anon.
Anonymous
No.300849
1612867204858.jpg
Wat, me, as a Wonderbolt?
Anonymous
No.300850
300882 301241
1612873945475.jpg
it begins.
Anonymous
No.300851
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Anonymous
No.300855
1546897771626.jpg
>>300852
>>300853
>>300854
there's literally people on /mlp/ that talk about fucking the filly all the time
you're putting your effort in the wrong place, and the fact that you're fine with just saying the same thing to one other person is kinda just sad.
Anonymous
No.300857
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https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/36515375

https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/36528302

like good god look at this shit
I've never seen such faggotry emitted in this thread before.
Anonymous
No.300860
dumb_retard_juice.png
>>300858
>>300859
what a waste of internet space

shame i thought you weren't retarded at some point.
Anonymous
No.300862
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Shit and it's just that easy!
Anonymous
No.300864
300882 301241
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Anonymous
No.300867
300882
1612913453996.jpg
POV: you just said some gay shit
Unexpected Creme Pie
Anonymous
No.300880
>Be Glory Hole
>The doc's place sucked like a rotten lemon tart.
>"Ma'am the infection and subsequent draining of magic has rendered you almost hyper-fertile."
>Some ponies just need a good ponut to smash, but this guy? It's a wonder if he has a stick in his flank hole all day.
"That's good right? That means less spent on birth control."
>For Fifty bits a pop the good times keep rolling in.
>Even if that pony centaur monster guy had a cold or whatever.
>And the weird leper green, cyan, and black pony had a go.
>At least there were a few normal ponies.
>That repeat buck stallion still paid extra to go full contact.
>"No, it means birth control is now ineffective."
>...
"What."
>"Also you're pregnant."
"What!"
>"With octoplets."
"WHAT!"
>Well can't get anymore pregnant.
>"That means you can become even more pregnant."
"BUCK!"
>Five years after the revelation a new business is booming.
>Anypony with a cutiemark is of legal age.
>"Got anozer batch of zem Glory?"
"Yep, fresh out of the factory. You got the bits chef?"
>"Oui."
>Never been richer, what a fortunate turn of luck.
>Born right out with a cutiemark and into whoever is paying for them.
>Sure must make a lot of lonely couples happy.
>And I'm almost rich enough for my third yacht, with a seventh loan.
>"Ze pie flavor will be exquisite."
>Yeah, the Pie's sure do want alot of these foals, glad their so happy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ae50P_ajLxA&t=16
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No.300882
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>>300850
>>300864
>>300867
>it begins.
Beautiful.
Anonymous
No.300884
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>All the time in Equestria three things happen.
>Singing and dance numbers.
>Valuable Life Lessons (tm)
>And lastly
>Extremely compromising situations all Anonfillies happen to witness.
"Equestria is just the internet on memes with extra steps."
>pics and videos related spill out of pockets
>>295380
>"So everyone what is the top incident of the year?"
>wat suggestions?
Anonymous
No.300955
300961 301132
>"Hey Twilight, SHOULD it burn all over?"
>it feels as if you fell into a patch of nettles.
>naked.
>not that your incessant pawing at every square inch of exposed skin would perturb Twilight.
>the purple bookhorse doesn't even look up from her notes as she hits you with some pseudo-scientific mumbojumbo that is probably meant to calm you down.
>well, it's not working.
>god, you need to get at your chest.
>without wasting even as much as a thought on matters of decency, you rip off your shirt to get at the point where the itching seems to concentrate.
>finally, sweet relie-
>you yelp in pain.
>it almost feels as if you rammed your finger into your eye.
>an eye that is now opening in the middle of your chest.
>"Twilight!"
>even as you look on, the horrid change continues.
>green and black fur sprouts around the offending organ as a second eye opens from nonexistence.
>then the whole mess begins to push outwards.
>frozen in shock and no small amount of disgust, you are unable to do much more than turn a desperate look to Twilight, but the former librarian seems just as stunned as you.
>you hear her mumbling unter her breath, but you don't pay it much attention, because the misshapen mass exiting your chest is now being followed by what seem to be limbs.
>finally and with one last squelching sound, it all flops to the ground in front of you.
>your trembling hands explore the region the thing came from.
>surely there must be a massive hole left.
>but you don't find it.
>very slowly, you gather your courage and look down your body.
>nothing.
>no wound, no mark.
>it is almost as if nothing happened at all.
>if not for that strange mass on the floor.
>a mass that now lifts its head to look at you and groans.
>"Jesus Christ, talk about an out of body experience."
>you scream like a little girl.
>now that it shifts itself around and gets on its hooves, you realize that the thing that sprouted out of you is a filly.
>a green filly with black mane and tail and a question mark on its flank.
>"Great work, Twilight," it says with a voice thick with sarcasm, "I've always wanted to be a kid again. I am loving it, really. But would you mind telling me WHY THE FUCK MY OLD BODY IS STILL SITTING THERE?"
>"W-what do you mean, YOUR old body? I am me. Always have been."
>"Oh, fucking great. It even thinks it's sentient. You really fucked up this time, purple. Can you please discard this biological waste? I am sure AJ could always use some more compost."
>"Shut the fuck up, you little shit!"
>you try to kick the pony, but it deftly dodges your foot and tries to bitte your toes.
>"I am trying to think here."
>it's not shouted, probably not even said out loud, yet the sentence still seems to echo off the walls.
>you freeze.
>so does the filly.
>"It seems I've made a miscalculation."
>Twilight tries to put on the airs of a distinguished professional, but you know her.
>you can tell the nervousness behind the facade.
>you yelp in unison with the filly as a bundle of hair is magically plucked from each of your scalps.
>"I need to have a look at this. In the meantime, behave yourselves."
>the filly stares at you with undisguised hostility.
>you glare back.
>"So what are you? Some kind of, dunno, magical residue that has taken over my old body?"
>you snort.
>"I am me. Anon. If anyone should ask someone who they are, it should be me asking you."
>"Oh no. You can't be Anon. I am.
>The filly stomps to underline its point.
>"If you are Anon, prove it. What's your motherboard maiden name? "
>"Nothing easier than that. Nymous. She kept it when she married. Now it's my turn. What's your worst memory from school?"
>"I am not telling you about that. No way, no how."
Anonymous
No.300961
300979
>>300955
"A-ha. So you admit that you don't know."
>"I know very well what it is. But there is no way I am telling a complete stranger like you."
>"Great excuse. Very nice. And so believable. I am sure that it will dissuade Twilight from getting rid of you once she is finished with whatever she is doing."
>"Alright, fine. You know what? Fine. You want to know? Here you go. I went to school without my pants. There it is. Satisfied? I had spent the whole night drinking with some friends, and when I discovered on my way to school the next day that I wasn't wearing any pants, I decided the whole thing was a wacky dream and continued on my way. Dann near ended up in the sex offender registry."
>the filly looks at you wide-eyed.
>"That's... correct," it admits.
>"Of course it is, you little green cunt. My turn. What's my father's favourite TV show?"
>the filly grins.
>"Trick question. Your father was a deadbeat who left your mom when you were two. You have no idea what the hell he likes or dislikes."
>slowly, the grin turns to a frown.
>"Just like mine..."
>for a moment, the two of you just sit there, wallowing in miserable memories.
>you idly scratch your neck.
>the itching has started again.
>"But how can this be?" The filly finally asks.
>"How can we both have the same memories? "
>"Because you are the same."
>Twilight steps back into the room, now wearing a labcoat, her notepad drifting by her side.
>"It seems that I have overcommited, for lack of a better term."
>"And what does that mean in layman's terms?" someone asks.
>you look at the filly.
>it looks back at you.
>you look to your shoulder.
>there, where you've just been scratching, a mouth has appeared.
>a mouth that is pushing out into a muzzle before your very eyes.
>"It seems that instead of turning you into a pony, every single cell of your body is becoming one. At exponential speed, most likely."
>"WHAT?"
>Twilight winces back from the trio of disbelieving shouts.
>"It- it won't be so bad, really. Each of them will have your memories, so you don't need to be afraid of losing your identity or anything like that. Look at it like, like gaining an identical twin. A whole lot of them even. More of an extended family in fact. I- I'll go now, I have to talk to Princess Celestia about... about the logistics of housing and feeling ah, according to my calculations... about 37.2 trillion new ponies. Give or take.
>she tries to back away.
>"Yeah, you better go," crows the New head that grew out of your shoulder while she talked.
>it lifts a dangling, newly formed hoof to point at her.
>"Run, Twilight. You think we're ging to take this lying down? We are coming for you all-"
>"How many did she say?"
>"37.2 trillion," the first filly helpfully offers.
>"Give or take," you and tonelessly.
>"Right. All 37.2 trillion of us. Or me? Doesn't matter. You're about to have 37.2 trillion fatherless, pantsless, pissed-off failures ob your tail, Twilight!"
>"Gottagowillbebackmakethingsright!"
>and she's out of the door.
>the second filly flops out of your shoulder and onto the ground.
>and the itching starts again
Anonymous
No.300979
>>300961
>in before twilight just ties anon down and fries each filly as they pop out in order to save the last one as the "real"anon
Anonymous
No.301112
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the last one is shino playing god to make an abomination spawn
Anonymous
No.301113
>>301112
>pic 2
If only there was a poner to cuddle irl to help with sleep...
[spThen again that might exacerbate the problem.
Anonymous
No.301114
>>301112
I like 1st pic.
Anonymous
No.301131
>>301112
Filly #2 needs and chest brush.
Anonymous
No.301132
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>>300955
>now that it shifts itself around and gets on its hooves, you realize that the thing that sprouted out of you is a filly.
>filly giving birth
Isn't it too much?
Anonymous
No.301178
>>301132
I'm not the one who wrote it, just posted it; but that'd be Anon giving birth to a filly, not filly giving birth to a filly.
Anonymous
No.301231
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Anonymous
No.301234
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>>301231
Fucking impressive.
Congrats.
Anonymous
No.301241
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>>300850
>>300864
>>301231
WOW!
Anonymous
No.301243
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Anonymous
No.301270
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why did you let them out of your sight, anon
now the world will never be the same
Anonymous
No.301304
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>>301270
>that cowboy hat
Anonymous
No.301306
>>301304
S-skitter?
Anonymous
No.301309
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Anonymous
No.301311
>>301304
Howdy, ya lil' faggit.
>>301309
"Nom nom nom, sandvich makes me strong."
>Before meal time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYAGB11YrSs&t=1
Anonymous
No.301312
301421
>>301304
>not y'all
*angry countryfilly noises*
Anonymous
No.301313
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Anonymous
No.301325
301347
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If Happy Harvey is around, I really liked a lot of these sort of landscape pieces you did with anonfilly, especially the darker ones like where she's stuck in-between a waterfall. Any chance we could get some more of those? I feel like I don't see much of that anymore and it's a shame.
Anonymous
No.301347
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>>301325
So any ideas of what you want to see?
Anonymous
No.301359
301438
>>301347
Something where Anonfilly is all alone in the forest (or desert, or pretty much any remote area) with nobody around and she's in some sort of natural peril.
Anonymous
No.301362
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>>301347
need more comfilly mountainous stuff, like pretty much the whole of colorado wilderness
Anonymous
No.301367
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GrossAssShit.mp4
https://youtu.be/bmzlmR2pXlA
It's gross, but it's technically filly.
Anonymous
No.301385
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Anonymous
No.301407
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>>301362
Anonymous
No.301408
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>>301407
i one day hope to achieve this level of comfillyness
thank you kind sir
Anonymous
No.301411
>>301304
https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/36547589#p36555468
howdy do filliu
Anonymous
No.301418
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>>301304
Shit. Believe it or not, I never read the Howdy part.
Howdy
Anonymous
No.301421
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>>301312
Wow, this image actually turned out to be somewhat relevant. Maybe a Montanafilly?
Anonymous
No.301438
301453
>>301359
I'm thinking of filly in space having floated just beyond being able to return to her craft and is doomed to float in the vastness of space forever but in trying to find a way to illustrate her distance from the craft while also showing her look of hopelessness as she realizes she's doomed
Anonymous
No.301440
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>>301304
Howdy!
Anonymous
No.301441
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>>301304
Howdy
>>301418
>>301440
fug, they're right
Anonymous
No.301442
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>>301304
Howdy
Anonymous
No.301449
>>301304
Howdy, ma'am.
Anonymous
No.301451
>>301450
My first blessing by kysfilly.
Anonymous
No.301453
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>>301438
do need more space fillies
Anonymous
No.301455
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>>301453
nooo not the cake
Anonymous
No.301461
301463
>>301442
Out of curiosity, do ponies IRL lick each other?
Anonymous
No.301463
>>301461
IRL horses greet one another by sharing breath
Anonymous
No.301466
>>301453
>gone cake
F
Anonymous
No.301528
Spoilered
"Today the world, tomorrow pizza!" -Empress Cadenza to adopted daughter.
"Moooooom, why not?"
>"It's an evil topping Anon, last time your aunt Celestia had to stop me from ruling the world."
>Seeing the so called evil Cadence is the whole point of putting that fruit on the glorious pizza.
"Ya-hunh I don't believe that."
>"It's true! Twilight could give all the details about magic interactions. Why it's when Flurry Heart was concieved."
>That explains everything.
>But she could be pulling your leg.
>Still though with a pout on your face and some cute looks seeing evil cadence will happen, for SCIENCE!
>"No."
>Tome for the big guns, Flurry toddles in.
>"Pineappul!"
>"N-n-n-"
"Pineapple."
>"Fine, but I'm inviting all our relatives just in case."
>"Yay, pinepizza!"
"Woo!"
>The atrocities you commit for truth and justice.
>Soon enough the day of the peetzer came.
>The dining room of the crystal empire filled with sandbags and helmets
>Tactical spots for containment
>Enough Alicorn firepower to destroy a rather large continent.
>"The slice has been prepared, good luck."
>"Nom."
>Spells are hot and ready like the peetzer
>"Hunh..."
>"Yes?"
>"You're right Anon, I'm not feeling anything different."
"Knew it!"
>"What! The readings should be spiking, but nothing is happening."
>"Well this is a good cause for celebration."
>And everyone had a good pizza time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMRRRsy2PKk&t=32
>A long exhausting day and nothing at all evil besides the pizza occurred.
>Toward bed time Cadence kisses you goodnight.
>"Thank you my little Anon."
>Nice and tucked in.
"Good night mommy."
>Usually she would leave, but it seems something is on her mind.
>"Without your help I never could have outwitted my precious sister-in-law or sunbutt and moonbutt."
"Uhhh."
>"Just for that you get any play mates you desire. Single hoofed you enabled the greatest peaceful takeover Equestria has ever had."
>pic related
"Oh fuck."
>"That's right they are all fucked."
Anonymous
No.301533
>filly can't get femanon off unless filly is being treated like a masturbatory aide because of her incompetence
>femanon comments on this, saying that if she's only good as a doll, she'd be better off with stallions
>femanon reverse-rapes filly with a stallion
>filly cums like a broken spigot
>filly is unironically better at pleasuring (and being pleasured by) a man than a woman because she's built for it
>cries for days
Anonymous
No.301539
Spoilered
Spoilered
Going to be honest here hopefully idw comic equestria isn't the one that exists.
Good news, heros can technically win. It's also a very limited cosmic horror.
Bad news, cosmic horror. Also a shift from fairly friendly Equestria to grimdark. Plus torture of the bizarre variety.
Better news is that Discord is a multiverse hopping entity. Technically nobody died on screen. The power of friendship and teamwork can blast fucks away.
Otherwise the Anonfilly-Team might be a reasonable countermeasure.
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No.301576
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Anonymous
No.301577
>>301576
KEK.
Anonymous
No.301590
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No.301596
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Anonymous
No.301599
301600
>>301590
>>301596
Okay, that's it. Hand over those fillies.
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No.301600
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>>301599
Anonymous
No.301601
>>301600
Checked.
That filly too.
Anonymous
No.301607
301608
>>301600
Cute!
Anonymous
No.301608
>>301607
To all of them. >>301590
Anonymous
No.301622
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>"Look at me! Ah'm a stupid fukin' redneck!"
"Now Ah don't usually hit kids, but-"
>"Now Ah'm gunna go back to mah trailer an' shit out more ziglets!"
"That's it! Ah'm takin' you behind the woodshed an' whippin' yer flank with a hickory switch like yer daddy oughta been doin'!"
>"Nooooo that's illegal! Put me down!"
>[sobbing filly noises]
>"Don't just stand there staring at me you stupid boomers! One of you lefty fags come help me! AAAAAaaaaₐₐₐ..."
Anonymous
No.301623
>"Spike?"
>You press yourself up against the wall as best you can, but the crinkling of paper cookie packaging rings out in the silent pantry like a klaxon.
>"You know you're supposed to be dieting, we've talked about- oh."
>Twilight gives you an incredibly displeased look.
>"I should've known."
"H-heh, nice costume huh? Anon and I have been working on it for Nightmare Night."
>You've gotten pretty good at imitating Spike over the two years you've lived with him and Purple, and so the split second of hesitation she gives you allows you to bolt.
>"Sp- Anon! Get back here!"
>Who knew hooves didn't get great traction on polished floors at high speeds?
>Certainly not you.
>Wait a second...
>You let yourself slip to the ground, banging your head hard on the floor of Golden Oaks.
>Shit, that hurt for real.
>You might not have to play up the next part so much.
"Aaaaaaaargh!"
>"Anon?! OhmyCelestiaareyoualright?"
>You clutch your head in genuine pain as you coax tears to your eyes as best you can.
>You get quite a bit shy of "dead pet", but better than "failed test".
>Twilight immediately forgets about the fact that she was probably going to punish you with no dessert for a week and begins showing off her extensive knowledge of first aid techniques.
>As you sob quietly while you're carried back to bed with an ice pack pressed gently up against the sizable lump right below your ear, you grin internally.
>All according to keikaku.
~Fin.
Anonymous
No.301632
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>>301622
>gimma back my hat
No.
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No.301641
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Anonymous
No.301650
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OwO
Anonymous
No.301660
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>>301650
Did I forget to upload that?
Anonymous
No.301663
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>>301660
i only saw it on /mlp/
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No.301706
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Anonymous
No.301743
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Anonymous
No.301766
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>>301622
>>301632
Anyway...
Here's a green
<Start
>Be raped by ninja tentacles.
>Nobody believes it.
>"You, Anon, what name is the ancient capital of Equestria."
>Two of them are spitroasting in class right now.
>Pat-pat-pat-pat
"GRLK-SNRGLUK-GLURK"
>"Very good. Test is next time we meet."
"Gulp, GUK-SCHLK."
>"Have a nice day as well Anon."
>This all started four months ago.
>Lord of chaos went on a fishing excursion or something, seven months earlier.
>A flash of light, a little jingle and Discord apears.
>"Hell- Woah!"
>In a snap they're gone.
>It's remarkably cold.
"Thanks."
>All the ponies are now looking at me worriedly, maybe at Discord.
>He's now looking in a big book titled 'Plot Convenience'
>"Nasty subtridimentional parasites, I'm suprised you even survived."
>He pulls a lock coming from me and unlocks it.
>Phantom chains connected to ponies dissolve.
>That's when the school house started to scream.
>Oh wait, just the foals and teacher.
>"One quick trip to the hospital for a friend of a friend of friend, who's also-"
>It's really cold.
>I'll just close my eyes for a bit.
>A big beam of Purple light erupts through eye lids and walls.
>An Alicorn of Fire appears.
>goodnighty night
Anonymous
No.301812
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Anonymous
No.301838
>marefriend asks you to take your foal shopping when you go get groceries
>Your little Batpony filly is bouncing with excitement, squeeking happily at the idea
>Her fangs haven't grown in so no worry about her devouring the fruit isle
>Once you get there, there are some awkward stares as you place her into the kiddie basket
>"Can I have some mangos?"
>She looks at you with an expression that could melt steel
>Fucking damn it she's cuter than her mother
>Place 5 mangos in the basket with her, she spends the rest of the trip cuddling one
Anonymous
No.301880
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Anonymous
No.301913
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>>300426
//------------------------------//
// Mind Over Matter
// Story: Trust Once Lost
// by Greenhorne
//------------------------------//
https://ponepaste.org/3927

I stumbled out of the bathroom. I could feel everypony’s gaze pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. My vision was blurry as tears welled in my eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry you stupid -

It was no use. Everyone could see me crying and they were probably all laughing at me. My chest hurt. 

“Go away!” I screamed at the ponies looming over me, “Leave me alone!”

“It’s alright Green,” said Applebloom, “It’s just us.”

“I’m fine!” I sobbed.

“Yer not fine.”

I shivered as a much larger figure blocked out the sun.

“What’s going on here?” Asked Cheerilee.

“Ah think Green is having a panic attack.”

“I’ll be fine.” I grit my teeth. “Just go away.”

“You girls run along now,” said Cheerilee, “I think Green needs some quiet time to calm down.”

I inhaled, and felt the grass beneath my hooves, and the rough, cool, bricks of the wall I was leaning against.

I exhaled. Sweat had soaked into my coat and I shivered; thankfully it didn’t itch.

“I’m okay,” I said.

I want to die.

“Are you sure?” Asked Cheerilee.

“Yes.”

I have to get out of here, everyone is looking at me.

“Okay,” said Cheerilee, “Well I just wanted to see you in my office.”

Oh thank god.

“You’re not in trouble.” She added.

Cheerilee’s office was larger than I expected. It was as wide as the classroom it shared a wall with and almost half as long. One long wall was taken up with pigeon holes and filing cabinets, the opposite wall was covered with children’s art projects; some appeared brand new while others were curling and yellowed with age. At the far end of the room, against the window, was a child-sized cot, partly obscured by a curtain, next to a white locker marked with a red cross. A door next to it led to what I assumed was a bathroom. 

“Do you feel like you need to lie down?” Asked Cheerilee.

“No, I’m fine.” I said. “I just don’t want to go back out there.”

“There’s a bathroom here if you still need to go.”

I felt like I did, but I’d just been, so obviously it was just my stupid body being scared.

“I already went.” I said

“So why did you go in the colt’s bathroom?” She asked.

I felt the urge to facehoof. Instead I just groaned in frustration.

“Green?”

“Because I had to pee, alright?”

“What I mean is, why didn’t you use the filly’s bathroom? If you couldn’t find it, it’s just around the other side.”

“Because I didn’t need to pee anymore.” I snarked.

Cheerilee sighed.

“Green, it’s important that-”

A blast of hot air came from my nose and I felt my forehoof scratching at the floor.

“If you think it’s so damn important why don’t you flip me over and check?” I growled. 

Cheerilee took a step back.

“You’re not in trouble, Green.” Cheerilee repeated, “But it’s important that I know if there’s a reason you didn’t feel comfortable using the fillies’ restroom. Were the other fillies being mean to you?”

“No.”

Cheerilee waited for me to elaborate.

Fortunately, the bathroom symbols were easy enough to understand. Two pony silhouettes, one with a dress. Unfortunately, I went to the ‘wrong’ bathroom on twenty years of habit. 

“I really had to go, so I just ran to the first bathroom that I saw.”

Close enough.

“If you need to use the restroom during class all you have to do is ask.” Cheerilee said. 

I cringed.

Cheerilee had been keeping a close eye on the filly during her first class. The fidgety behavior and lack of focus that she had been assessing as a potential behavioral problem, it seemed, had a much simpler explanation. 

Thinking back to how painfully shy the filly was, it was easy to see what had happened. Which led Cheerilee to a potential scenario she decided to nip in the bud.

“If it’s too scary to speak in front of everyone, you can just go.” Cheerilee assured.

“It’s fine,” said Green, “I can just hold it until after class.”

“If you need to go, it’s better to just go,” said Cheerilee, “We don’t want you to have an accident.”
Anonymous
No.301914
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>>301913
I want to fucking die.

She’s treating me like a little kid and- well I guess I can’t blame her when I look like this.

I was stuck like this; and my stupid child emotions had circled back around to crying; and I’d lost any chance of convincing Cheerilee that I was mature enough for self-directed study.

I felt Cheerilee drape a heavy blanket over me. The blanket pressed inwards on my body and helped to ground me in the moment.

If I couldn’t convince Cheerilee that I was mature enough to avoid going to school, maybe I could do the opposite; convince her I was too immature, too ‘damaged’ to attend her class.

“I want to go home.” I pleaded.

“I know you’ve had a rotten day so far,” Said Cheerilee, “But there’s just one more class today and you can go straight home afterwards.”

“I can’t go back to class, everypony will bully me.”

“Nopony is going to bully you Green.”

“You and I both know that isn’t true.” I said. “I was crying in front of everypony and they were laughing at me!”

“Who was laughing at you?”

“I don’t know!” I said, “Everypony! I don’t even know who they are, and they all know who I am, and that I’m a crybaby that they can all bully.”

“You’re far from the only pony to have cried at school.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Why isn’t it the same?”

“Because I didn’t have anything to cry about,” I explained, “And now they all know that they can make me cry and everything is ruined.”

“Did you get bullied at your old school?” Asked Cheerilee.

“I-” I suppose it didn’t really matter what school I was talking about. “Yeah.”

“It’s too soon to give up on ponies you’ve just met. This will be different,” Said Cheerilee, “I promise.”

“Don’t make a girl a promise,” I said, “If you know you can’t keep it.”

“Green...”

“Let’s just skip the part where you pretend there aren’t any bullies in your class.” I said, “I’ve already met one of them.”

“If you mean Diamond Tiara, I’ve already spoken to her,” Cheerilee said, “And she’s going to apologize.”

“Great, so now the class bully has a reason to hate me.” I countered, “Thanks so much.”

“What do you want me to do, Green?”

“That’s exactly the point.” I said. “There’s nothing you can do.”

At some point I’d lost track of the fact I was supposed to be pretending.

“There was never anything you could do.” I ranted. “I put up with it before because I didn’t know any better, but I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Tears were streaming down my face.

“I know you’re having a bad day,” consoled Cheerilee, “But I promise, it’s really not that bad. Haven’t you already made some friends?”

“I don’t want friends, I want everyone to leave me alone.”

I slumped.

“But I know you’re going to force me to go back anyway.” I said. “And if I run away and refuse to go to school, Applejack will get in trouble.”

Cheerilee looked up at a clock.

“Well,” She remarked, “Recess is almost over.

“Great.”
Anonymous
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>>301914
Great stuff my dude
Anonymous
No.301955
>>301766
I can barely understand what's going on here.
Anonymous
No.301959
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Shit, I missed a lot of posts because it's not bumping!!!
I'm not the best poner to make the new bread.
For Filly's love, can someponer do it?
Anonymous
No.301965
>Be the filly
>Heading to school, on Sunrise ally, its sunny warmth on my back.
>"Hi Anon!"
>The two tone pone waves out of the second floor window, with minigarden.
"Hey Berry."
>Everyday on the way to school she waves.
>She's nice enough, and doesn't even own a van.
>She does hand out candy sometimes and is a pinkish purple color.
>Soon enough her abode is out of peripheral vision.
>"Whoa!"
>Makes the day a little brighter.
>A shadow blocks out the sun behind me.
>Turning around-
>"-AAAAA-"
THUMP
"Hey? Berry are you okay?"
>Crumpled, her neck is at a weird angle.
>Rainbow Dash survives longer and faster falls...
"H-HEY! Somepony! I NEED AN AMBULANCE BERRY'S FALLEN AND CAN'T GET UP!"
>Really brain?
>walking closer she apears to be completely still
>Her ass has hints of yellow tinted fur, sticking to her magenta body.
>Soon enough the whole street is screaming, and the medics do their thing.
>A long moment passes, and standing up is hard.
"Oh... she might be dead."
>It would be her birthday in three days.
>One of the few tolerable ponies who didn't run around with their heads cut off-
>you wince
>-who panic over the strange alien who wore glasses.
>Damn.
>She wanted a spa ticket to go with some friends and family.
>Bought and paid for with your own solid gold bits...
>gold...
>Yellow fur...
>Deadly incident.
"A murder."
>Some cocksucking fagatron killed one of your friends!
>You were watching where she... landed, and her house.
>Recalling there wasn't a yellow pony even remotely close to the house.
"Still inside. That son of a bitch is still in there."
>Your hooves carry you to her door, icy rage boiling.
>A tea pot whistles inside, as you carefully push your way in.
>Fur bristling with fury!
>Keeping the stove on to burn it all down to keel the evidence a secret?
>Not on your watch.
>"Eeep."
>Stairs
>Yellow, ponies aren't great assassins usually but that quiet fuck must have been prepared.
>Taking a knife, from Berry's kitchen, in mouth you march up the stairs.
>Coming face to face with Fluttershy.
>In a flash she's hiding under a magenta lump in the room.
>no, no way
>She might not have wanted you to live in Ponyville, but killing your friend?
>On the rug is Fluttershy and that magenta lump.
>"Ohhhh my head."
>That sounds like Berry.
>Maybe it's a changling.
>"oh your okay you took a bad fall"
>Can't tell if the Fluttershy imposter consciously made that word choice.
>You're near enough, and Berry snaps up and bites the knife.
>It's dislodged
>with a quick spin
>this is how you die to an imposter
>and a step
>she has some flowers, stawberries, blueberries, and raspberries on the flat of the blade with the knife safely on a side table.
>She's beaming.
>"Anon! You're visting me? I know I took a little bump to the head when Fluttershy brought the lifesize doll up here, but it's a school day."
"What, I thought you were dead."
>She puts her ear on her foreleg.
>"Beating strong as can be, pretty sure I'm not dead."
>"Oh, well, ummm, when Berry fell over my hooves slipped and the doll fell out of the window."
"Holy shit you're actually alive."
>The foal body uncaring if this is a trap rushes to hug the pinkish purple pony.
>You still have the ticket, and everything is okay.
>"umm, if it's not too muck of a bother isn't it time for school, Anonymous?"
>You hug the magenta poner tighter.
>Another purple pony walks up the stairs.
>"I think she is excused for this- Berry? You're alive! The whole town thought you died!"
>Just another average day in hoersland.
>Feels good hugging the poner.
>With this group hug it's even better.
~The End~
Nueve
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>>301959
Didn't notice, been busy with school, life, etc...
New bread!
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Anonymous
No.302027
>>302007
Thanks.