>pregnancy OP image
Nice.

Banned from Equestria Daily TAS: Best Ending (Mane Six)

https://derpibooru.org/images/3428385

Will you press the button?
You become a pony
But /mlp/ (and some less important boards) get wiped out.

>>41354680
i cannot betray my bros like that

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>>41354680
IF I DONT PRESS THE BUTTON SOMEPONY ELSE WILL AND I WILL MISS MY ONE CHANCE
I'M SORRY I CAN'T WAIT TO PRESS IT AT THE SAME TIME AS OTHER ANONS I GOTTA DO THIS IT'S NOW OR NEVER

We were discussing autistic /ptfg/ coping mechanisms last thread. Collars are okay for petfags but what other options are there?
>mane and tail shampoo
>horse brush for hair/massage
>oats for breakfast and horsey snacks
what else?

>>41355011
there was also the socks on hands thing. actually tried to spend an entire day like that with hands clenched and rubber banded very painful.

>>41355045
>with hands clenched and rubber banded
Last time it was an anon saying I should cut off circulation to my hands. What is it with you anons and hurting yourselves when a few pairs of socks will do? Please take care of yourselves!

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>>41354456
this one had the potential to be a masterpiece yet it ended in a permanent hiatus.
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/122954/hail-to-the-king
we need more king sombra fics.

>>41354469
I want anonstallion to be suave and funny and kooky and to give me his foals.

>It's another day, isn't it?
>Feels like all the others though
>Same as yesterday and last week and December and 2023
>You're smoking weed in Jane, your tranny friend from uni's apartment again
>You're probably going to both drop out if you keep this shit up
>She blows out a long line of smoke from her nostrils, you've not once heard her cough after toking
>Guess she's been doing it a while, you take another hit from the bong and your lungs protest very badly, pushing you into a wheezing fit
>and not the funny Condense sort
>Regardless, you relax into the beanbag and she wraps her arm around your shoulder
>She knows you used to be a /pol/ack, but she also knows you browse here, so she probably figures it's only a matter of time before you end up in her shoes
>Full of estrogen and suicidal ideation
>The only kind of ideation you engage in is product design ideation though, you'll be graduating soon... any semester now
>What was the last class you failed that was a pre-req for the other class that was a pre-req for-
>"Sugar. Sugarcrash."
>Oh yeah, and she knows you have a kick for shittok from your stupid OC name
"Yeah?"
>"You look stressed out today, mare. Weed not helping?"
"I just got here, usually takes a bit to kick in, don't it?"
>"Yeah, but the last few times you crashed here the placebo set in pretty much immediately. What's troubling you?"
"I dunno, nothing feels like anything anymore! I just... sit down, stare at my phone, stare at the projection in lecture, stare at the videogames I play, stare at the movies I watch, it's all the same shit!"
>"Well, that was certainly quick. Glad you got it out there."
>She starts giving you one of her incredible shoulder massages... how is it that this girl is still a virgin?
>Not that you'd try anything, you're just kinda worried about her... she needs to get a gun or something
"Not all of it, I've got like... I don't know. This craving, this fucking itch."
>"The ptfg stuff?"
"Yeah, uh. Kinda."
>"Hmm, well. There is a reason I asked you to come over here today... hell, I don't do it for the company."
>She gives you a coy smirk, you and her and buddy-buddy enough for you to return it with no hard feelings
"Yeah, fuck you too. So, what is it?"
>"It's a new thing, streaming service for like... really fucked shit. Snuff films, hardcore porn, everything but the kitchen sink."
>She lazily grabs the remote, turning on the TV
>"and by kitchen sink I mean cheese pizza."
"Jesus Jane, you know I don't like that stuff. I'm a sensitive guy."
>"Very sensitive, Sugarcrash. My little guy who everyone thought was a girl when they heard the song..."
"God, now you're quoting youtube comments. How much more bottom of the barrel can you get before you start scraping the floor underneath?"
>She chuckles cruelly

>>41355681
Thank you for writing green and I assume this is just part 1 but by goodness I hope you don't linger too long on the part where the MC, smoking pot with their tranny student buddy, whines about how terrible their okay life is and then proceeds to tune into channel child porn. It's hard to empathise with a character I already feel deserves either a punch in the face or jail time.

>>41355681
>"Well, as my dynamics professor says, we need to define our datum. I don't like gore or hardcore porn either, but there's something on here that you can't get anywhere else though, even piracy sites won't touch it for some reason. It's supposed to be some sort of wild interactive experience. I saw that someone in your little thread compared it to Five Score though..."
"Sounds more like Videodrome. I won't have any part in becoming an MK Ultra assassin."
>"Come on, I'll suck your dick."
"What? No."
>"I'll buy you that CSGO knife you've been eyeballing."
>It's no secret that Jane comes from money, her apartment is way nicer than the dorm you basically only go to to sleep and study
>and you haven't been doing much of either lately
"It's a $2000 knife, no way. I wouldn't ask you to do that."
>You groan.
"Fine, you've intrigued me with that offer. Don't spoil anything about it, hoof me the chips and hit play. You don't owe me shit and I don't want our friendship to be predicated on monetary value. "
>"You're the boss. Oh, and one more thing, I kinda want to watch too."
"I figured that'd be the case."
>"Well, from what I hear the experience changes if you bring multiple into it. So, just making sure you're comfy like that."
"Comfy as I'm gonna get, weed lmao"
>and suddenly, the TV melts away and you're looking at a countryside from a large ranch house
>Jane is sitting next to you, sipping what looks like Champagne out of a red solo cup
>"This is just one start of many, ooh. I wonder what characters we'll get to become."
"This is your thing too?"
>She rolls her eyes
>"I'm a troon. TF and trannies go together like... I dunno, death and taxes?"
"Technically there's a third thing tying that correlation together, and I think you might be missing the reason for why someone who is normal and straight might be into-"
>"Hush, it's starting."
>You quiet down and watch the horizon, off in the distance a supercell is coalescing into a tornado
>You notice you have a red solo cup too, yours is full of kool aid
"When does the tf happen?"
>"It's an experience, you're so impatient. Let the authors take you where they want to."
"Nah fuck that, this is a porn provider site. every porn story I've ever read, I Ctrl+F 'moan' and then scroll up a few hundred lines to get to the beginning of when the characters start fucking. No sense in pretense if you're going to get explicit."
>"Do people really get off to gore though? I thought it was just something you kept saved to post in a voice chat and freak out your softer friends."
"Yeah, I knew this freak back in high school that did. Anyways, why are you giving the provider money?"
>She huffs a bit.
>"Why are you watching it with me?"
"Because we're both putting off more important shit, story of our life?"
>"Honestly fuck you, sometimes."
>>41355703
(It's specifically stated to not be child porn, nigga)

>>41355717
Reading comprehension skill issue on my part anon, ignore me and carry on and thank you for the green.

>>41355717
"We're both too soft for this shit anyways, the schtick for Videodrome was that it was already gore-addict fanatics."
>"Oh yeah, speaking of which I think we're about to get ripped to shreds.
>It feels frighteningly real as your body gets eviscerated by a thousand different shards of debris moving at mach nigger through the tornado
>You can see Jane isn't faring much better, she's just a head now
>You feel like vomiting, but your stomach isn't there anymore
>and as quickly as it began, it ends
>You're Applejack, and Jane is Twilight
>There's a calming white sterile room surrounding you, and a bunch of sharp implements on the table
>"Oh, I remember this. We're supposed to gut each other with these, then the winner experiences the mental equivalent of 1000 orgasms."
"Fuck that, let's cuddle."
>"Nothing around here that looks like it's really suited for cuddling on."
"I'm fucking bored, I'm a pony and even this sucks. Why the hell would they invest in all of this... whatever to make something that's tailor-made for goretards?"
>"Our lives aren't so bad, I mean... they don't even have food in some places"
"Oh, like you'd mind that you fucking anorexic."
>"You will troon out or be a corpse within the year."
"Oh, are we speedrunning corpses? I'll show you a fucking corpse!"
>You pick up a serrated saw and swing at her with it
>Twilight dodges
>"Applejack! What are you doing?"
"I don't really know, do I?! Because I'm such a 'stupid earth pony'?"
>"I never said that! This place is doing something to our brains, trying to make us fight. Boiling our anger and insecurities over the edge."
"Y'all ain't got no place to lecture me, this entire mess is yer own darn fault and I'd appreciate it if you'd take what's coming to you"
>"Applejack... wait, didn't you have another name?"
"Yeah, wait... fuck, Jane! We have to get out of here! How do we do that?"
>"I don't know! I didn't think it would be like this. Uhh... the Twilight thing to do would be to derail the simulation?"
"But what if the personality overwrites become permanent then? We don't want non-garbage collected brains"
>"That's something I would say. Fuck I wish I were an engineering student..."
"Jane, you are an engineering student. Anon, what's going on? I don't want to die I don't want to either ̵̛̖̘̞̯͈̙̙͇͗̂̽̈́̈́̌́͑͂̋͛̇͝͠ ̷̧̨̢̺̯͈̖̰̠͖̖̫̮̬̮̏̀̕͜͜ ̵̛̝͈͓̖̜͚̱̩̓͐̾̊̉̊͆̕͝ ̵̨̭̼͓͓̮̣̀͆̇̋́͂͋͊̇͊̄̽̕̕͘͜͠ ̶̟̦̼̿̒̀̓̊͋̍̎̽͗͠͝ͅ ̸̧͎͈̤̙͓̭͍͉̰̱̭̦̮̰̇̌͜ ̵̛̦̘̞̽̎́͂̄̋̾̊̕͜͠ ̴̡͓̯͗̿͑̊͐̈́̈́͊͠ ̸̢͈̪̟͔̻̼̦̟͍̰̰̘̺̘̋̓̈́̈́͒͗͛̓͊̂̂͒͝ ̴̢̩͊͋́͒̿̑̑̃͊͂̋́̑͘͝͠ ̸̨̭͉̮̯̳̤͚̺͖̇̌̓̒͆͐̍̀̾̽̍̒̾̌̍́͝ ̷̨̛̪͙̝̩͍̯̭̳̌̒̔̍͆̀́̍̆͂̔̈́͛̚͠ ̵̧̝̘͚̩͈̯͚̫̙̳͕͂
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>>41355746
"Well, at least the automatic shutdown was triggered."
>"We're alive."
"How the hell does all this even work?"
>"I... who knows. Who cares."
>The experience flushing your brains has left both of your minds completely sober
"I think I'd like the CS knife after all."
>"Yeah, I uh. Yeah, I'll get it to you."
"Cancel your subscription to that service."
>"Already have."

(and that's it, I had more and better plans for this shit but I lost momentum like halfway through. Sucks, but I'm not going to delete it in case anyone wants to read it I guess.)

>>41354680
Being a pony would be cool and all, but I'd hate to see this place go just so I could be a pone...

Now, if there's a button to turn me into a dragon, then fuck yeah. Let's go!

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This image sent me spiralling when I was at my most mentally unstable. I still really dig the somewhat more realistic artstyle and the implicit storytelling.

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>have uncanny realistic wxs fever dream
>wake up
It just isn't fair, bros...

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>stallion'd Anon paid one too many visits to the local zeeb
>decides to become a shaman himself
>Zecora, bless her stripes, teaches Anon the best she can
>…after he deposits a couple "samples" into a jar
>to her credit, Zecora stepped out to give him some privacy

>what's more interesting, however, is that Equestria didn't have much in the way of spirits
>it did, however, have an overabundance of genii loci
>most of them were either mares, or looked mare-shaped
>given their nature, it should have been obvious that they would hit on a new guy or at least try to get his attention
>Anon now mildly regrets his past decisions
>there's only so many stray bean and banana-shaped plants a horsified man can tolerate in his garden

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I dream that Rainbow Dash taught me how to fly, It was cool

>>41356402
Tell us about them

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>>41358395
>be stallion
>at a highschool/hospital/office, I'm not really sure where it was but there were lockers
>talking to this lady and say something flirty
>she laughs and says i'm cute but she already has a pony
>puts a towel on my head
>flabbergasted, i wake up

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>>41354680
>Will you press the button?
Without hesitation.

>>41354469
Shame Anon's not the one that's pregnant.

Watched Videodrome after that other Anon mentioned it in that recent story. Would recommend.
>The hum of electric lights bear down on you, assaulting your eyes and making you perpetually squint
>It's another late night at the video store, the place where Quentin Tarantino allegedly got his start
>You've been watching movies pretty much all day, you never thought you'd get tired of it but most of them have been kinda bad.
>Lots of porno flicks your co-workers put in, not really your thing but there was plenty of it to choose from at your store
>Hell, the only thing keeping you all in business and your pocketbook full of a meager fortnightly allowance was boomers who hadn't yet figured out that the internet had all the porn you sold and more for free
>You brushed your hair out of your eyes with a scratched up hand, your flesh wasn't sacred
>Heh, new flesh
>The one good film that you had watched tonight was Videodrome... you really needed to go through and watch Cronenberg's other works
>Well, you'd seen Scanners, quite liked that one too
>The mind force!
>Scanners, their thoughts can kill!
>"Yo, Anon? Can you close tonight? I've got to help my grandfather out tonight."
>You gave Herb a nod, even though you knew that both of his grandparents were dead
>You liked closing after all, it was time and a half and you could eject this wretched porno to enjoy something else for the last few hours before you clocked out
>As soon as Herb had gone, you signed your name on the closer sheet and relaxed a bit more into the office chair you usually chilled in; pulled out a cig, and put on "Pulp Fiction" for the millionth time
>You're pretty confident that you'll only have one or two more customers tonight, and despite a "no smoking" sign being clearly plastered on the door, most of your customers were coming in with an aura of shame and wouldn't report you.
>You had smoked during at least half of your closers now and never heard a peep from the owner
>You manage to get to the part where Mia Wallace is dancing with Vincent Vega before the little bell on the door tingles and you turn your attention away from the screen
>Doesn't particularly matter if you watch or not, you know the movie by heart after all
"Need any help, sir?"
>The man in the soaked black hoodie just grunts and walks into the back where all the dirty films are
>You shrug, not like it's an unfamiliar sight
>He pays his $8 two-night rental fee for "Transvestites Vampires After Dark" and leaves without a word, letting you enjoy your mental fixative until Butch picks up his watch from the kangaroo
>It's about then that a guy comes in wearing a suit and tie
>You're a bit caught off guard by this to be frank, as most of the customers in this shithole tend to have barely put in the effort to comply with "no shirt no shoes no service"
"Can I help you?"
>"I'm looking for a certain film, can you check this number for me?"
"Um, our system doesn't really do numbers... can you tell me the name?"

>>41359301
>"Just try it, I'll leave you in peace if the number doesn't register anything."
>You type in the long alphanumeric string, fully expecting for this guy to be able to leave you alone after this.
>But no, son of a bitch. It comes up.
"The... huh. I've never heard of this one before."
>"It's a personal favorite."
"I see. Well, the catalog listing says that uh... I have to go into the attic for it. Looks like nobody has checked this out since 1987."
>He laughs coldly
>"That was most likely me as well."
>You mentally shrug, time and a half after all, and go into the back to pull down the cord for the attic
>The video store is really a converted suburban house, single story with an attic overhead. There's nothing much up in the attic but backstock and a few tapes the owner says not to touch because they have sentimental and monetary value. You're guessing this was misfiled somewhere up in the backstock.
>The ladder is just as creaky as you remember it, and the ceiling not any less nerve-wracking than it was the last time you came up here. Damn, how long ago was that? The store hadn't been popular since... one of the passably decent Avengers movies?
>Jesus, you've been here a long time.
>You flick on the flashlight next to the ladder, put it between your teeth, and start digging through the pile of disorganized backstock. After about five minutes, you're pretty confident it isn't there.
"Sir, I'm sorry. It's not in stock."
>"Did you check the owner's personal collection?"
>A chill runs down your spine. The only people that would ever possibly know about the archives are employees and former employees. The owner kept valuable reels in them in addition to his home videos, so now you feel as if you're hiding above...
>A predator of sorts.
>Or at least a plant by boss to try to get you to slip up and get yourself fired
"Sir, there is no such private collection."
>"Personal collection."
"Whatever, it's not up here."
>The sound of laughing comes from below, a great bellowing orchestra of horns and woodwinds all tuning and practicing before a concert.
>and then, it ends.
>The conductor raises his baton...
>and you're on the ground, the suited man above you, the VHS in his hand.
>Melancholy in Grey and Grey.
"Wait! You can't be up here?"
>He laughs again.
>"Anon, Anon... I can do whatever I wish. You enjoy movies, I enjoy a good show. We're quite similar, you know."
"I..."
>"Don't worry! It's one you'll like. I just know it."
>He holds you in one hand and the VHS in the other, effortlessly dropping 12 feet to the porno show floor below with not so much as an inch of bend of his knees on impact
"Are you... God? Am I being punished?"
>"No, no. Nothing like that. In fact, this is a reward, of sorts. You've put up with a lot haven't you, Orwell?"
>Your blood runs cold.
>Your memory has just been sold.
>"Na na na na na na! Precisely. You're going to have the time of your little life."
"D-discord?"
>He chuckles.

>>41359350
>"Guessing names won't make me put you down, sweetheart. But no, not Discord, or Eris, or Q or any sort of other magical trickster you might be thinking of. I'm a sort of... hitchhiker. I've picked up things on my way, here and there. One of them was the knowledge that this existed."
>You struggle, but it's futile as he ejects the Pulp Fiction Blu-ray, switches the input to VCR, and starts the tape.
>It's...
>It's you.
>Eating alone at lunch back in high school
>Well, not entirely alone. You were sitting in the creative writing teacher's classroom.
>God she hated you, you could always see the disdain in her eyes.
>"Why are (You) here, Anon?"
>TV you lets out a long sigh.
"Because the end of my shared writing exercise story involved someone shooting up the high school reunion."
>"and?"
"Because I wrote from the perspective of a serial killer for my letter writing exercise."
>"aaaaand?"
"I don't know."
>"I'll let you think about it."
>So TV Anon sits there.
>and doesn't think about the shitty, obvious cry for help stories that the teacher doesn't like, but about the world full of pretty ponies that feels more real than all of this
>Then, the lights flicker out in the video store. All except for the TV.
>Orwell is standing there, she looks at you quizically. Grey on grey, light grey coat with a dark grey mane. A stylized bag of popcorn as her cutie mark. Just like you designed her.
>"Hello, Anon. You're me, and I'm you. We're about to share a body, but we've always shared a mind. Let's take better care of the body than we have the mind, huh?"
"No! You can't do this to me sir! I have..."
>"Come on, Anon."
>The hitchhiker chuckles once more, looking at Orwell, who looks a little bit hurt by your outburst and initial rejection, but focuses on him too, hope beaming in her eyes
>He then trains his eyes on you.
>"If you can give me a single reason you are attached to this world, I will let you go back home. You wake up in your bed, and believe whatever you want to believe. And be genuine now, I'll be able to tell if you're lying."
"My mother."
>He winces.
>"Your little sob story with her was how you managed to pass that creative writing class and got a good word in with that teacher, but Anon. You should know that I know she's long gone."
"I... I'm scared."
>Orwell gives you a slight smile
>"I'll be here for you, I've already figured out how to walk and do earth pony magic things like open doors for you! You've got a little living space set up for you, isn't that great?"
"Yeah, that... actually does sound kind of great."
>"This is going to hurt. A lot."
>Orwell presses her hoof up against your hand and the agony begins, your screaming would probably have awoken the entire block if the suited man hadn't covered your mouth as it began.
>When it ends, you're a panting mess on the floor and there are only two warm bodies in the video store.
"I'm... a mare."
>"You knew what you were doing."
"What if I didn't?"

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>>41359396
>"You did. There is one last part of the spell, I think you know it already."
>You continue to pant in the dark like a dog, your heartrate still recovering from the trauma of assuming the new form.
"I don't."
>"Come on, you just said it in your mind. Almost, anyways."
"Oh, oh god! Right. Silly me..."
>"Are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be. Wonder if this place will survive much longer..."
>"I'll let you in on some insight, half the reason the place is still open is because you were considered attractive by the elderly people who rented gay pornos here. Once they figure out they can't ogle your ass when they pull the same bad knee excuse again and again to get you to bend over to pick up-"
"Gross. Okay, yeah. Definitely ready to go now."
>You take in a deep breath.
"Death to Videodrome. Long live the new flesh."
>As your body goes partially incorporeal and time and space folds itself in around you, you catch a glimpse of the store sign on the door.
>The store was called Videodrome! You had forgotten about that!
>You want to share the joke with someone, anyone, but as soon as the folding begins it's already over.
>You're a little pony in your little apartment, so you just climb into bed and giddily whisper to yourself over and over again:
"Well played, well played."
End of line.

>>41355751
Quite the interesting take. Shame it had to be run by essentially coked out yanderes, but it is what it is

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>>41354680
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tl5zccsHQyA&t=6s

>>41360090
is there a fic or green where everyone is brony in disguise except for one lone pony?
kinda like everyone pretending to be the character but you begin to notice the difference between the original and the impostor using the body of that character.
imagine that you go to equestria but then you realize that everyone there is larping while using the bodies of the characters we all know and love...that everyone is anon there.

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>[record scratch]
>yep, that's me
>you're probably wondering how I ended up in this faggy situation
>it was abrupt for me too, one moment, you're making some sweet sundae ramen, and the next, you're struggling to walk upright
>not because of stomach cramps, but because you're a quadruped now
>one thing leads to another, and before you know it, you're giving up your wizard powers for a bit of fun

>>41359701
Thanks, like I said I think it's kinda shit. Initially it was going to be a journey of sorts but I ran out of time and ended up writing that instead.
I guess if you're really interested I could maybe write a part two where they both get the itch for something similar and seek out another avenue of mental tf, but really I'm fine just leaving it dead in the water as is. May not continue it even if there is interest, I feel incredibly embarrassed about the whole thing.

Good evening my little ponies!

>>41361195
this was a cover for a conversion bureau fic haha man what a fun genre of stories. i liked chatoyance's spin on it, especially the one where they took some other story that was originally some "humanity fuck yeah #1" shit and spun it into a pony victory and pissed off fimfiction

>>41361770
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/5170/project-sunflower
It's from this, which is much better than any conversion bureau story.

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>>41362034
I really wish more of us would be subtle about oc designs, god damn this oc screams "kick me"

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Is the TF anon still doing art? I uhhh, kinda want a pic done of me and my gf's OC if that's otay.

If ur a tranny and undergo a magic horse transformation why would ur ideal self keep being a tranny instead of the gender u want wtf

>>41362219
Exactly. It's retarded
>>41362182
I'll be real, I quit reading trust once lost because it read like watered-down anonfilly and didn't seem to be going anywhere fast. About when do these themes register for you?

>>41362226
>About when do these themes register for you?
Probably from the start its just when they get to the chapter where they explicitly discuss it, it's unexpected but it feels natural in retrospect.

>>41362312
so you're saying if I pay $300 that happens to me?
where do I pay?

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If I turn into a canon show pony does that mean the original dies?

>>41362034
The fuck?

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The WXS dreams continue to haunt my mind, thread
Last night I was pulled out of a makeshift shelter in an alleyway and taken home by David's mom from Edgerunners

>>41355011
anything that alters appearance or whatever is too grotesque. humans simply don't mesh with it. feet are so disgusting in comparison to hooves jesus i hate it

Ded thread

>>41363904
Hard to contribute to imageboards with hooves sorry

>>41362177
This is about to be a supreme shitpost if this gets drawn....holy based
t. the gf in question

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>>41362177
>>41364312
Lucky you two

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>>41363655
>>41358786
how do i dreammaxx like this?

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>>41364314
Keep your head up anon, I believe in you

>>41363655
>Pony edge runners
Would they all be ponies or just David?

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>>41364366
Probably a lot of stallions, but especially anyone who fucked around and got taken down by NCPD.
>>41364350
I don't know I usually never have dreams.

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>>41364382
>Stand proud Rainbow. You're fast.

>>41355236
Awesome!
But if you're looking in the mirror why isn't the text flipped? Pretty suspicious if you ask me.

I agree. Everyone needs to transform into a pony or else. Get hoofed

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>>41364857
P has come to

>>41366666
>quads
Fishing for (You)s, Filly?

>>41366667
Quints, I mean.

>>41366667
discordtard intelligence.

>>41366666
Content stealing TF fag literally satan, Confirmed

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>>41366921
>TunaLuna
You say this so casually as if we're supposed to immediately understand what in Celestia's name a "TunaLuna" is.
I've done my due diligence and still feel as though I'm missing some esoteric zoomer in-joke here.

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>>41364366

>>41365793
Or else what?

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>>41368192
I presume you'd lose the choice of doing so willingly and enjoying it.

>>41368085
any notable pony bladerunner fics yet?
saw someone suggest it in another thread and i kinda feel like writing some green

>>41369573
If this is what the Masons are up to then I'll support their new world order.

Princess Luna, while dream walking, stumbles upon a dream of a strange creature. A human man. Intrigued at first, she observes this strange being and his fantastical dreams.
Eventually, curiosity won't be sated by watching alone, and she approaches the dreamer. The two talk, share stories, and over months, become close friends. The two even begin to fall in love.
Whenever Luna brings up meeting in the real world, however, Anon becomes evasive and won't say where he is.
Luna starts to worry what he's hiding, and even asks if he's already with some pony, a little irate at the idea that Anon might be cheating on some mare by flirting with her.
Anon assures her that he's not in a relationship no pony is even interested in him romantically in the real world, and under his breath, adding any that are should be locked up.
Anon has guards looking for a human in Equestria, wanting to find Anon and his secret, but they have no luck.
That's because they're looking for a human man, not a little green filly in an orphanage.
Anon wishes he could be with Luna for real, but knows she'd never love him as he is now.

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>My wish is to transform every human into a pony... by my own hooves!
Proceeds to purify and remake every human in Her image.

>anon finally makes it to horse land from the real world
>comes out the other side of the portal as a lanky freakishly proportioned eqg teenager
>hes pissed cuz he was an eqgfag and now every time he goes to eqg world he comes out the other side as anonstallion

>>41370589
lol you copypastanigger, i remember writing that

>>41370675
Thanks, post here in future please.

>>41354544
Congrats on the pony TF speed run.

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>"Don't worry Anon! I'll always be there for you!"
>The cheerful yellow mare snuggles into you and sighs with content.
>You have no idea what the fuck is going on right now.
>Just a few months ago you were an average joe on the way to work for his daily bread.
>Then a portal appeared out of fucking nowhere and took you to this enchanted world full of magical talking horses.
>It's still not clear why the portal turned YOU into a horse, but in hindsight it's irrelevant.
>Truth be told, it was rather difficult to integrate yourself into the local pony population of Ponyville, but thankfully there were a few local mares more than willing to help you adjust.
>One mare in particular took quite a liking to you: a yellow pegasus named Fluttershy.
>At first she was very shy around you, constantly looking the other way or hiding her blushing face behind her wings.
>Admittedly you weren't exactly a social butterfly yourself. It took a lot of effort to speak with these mares in the first place.
>Despite the social awkwardness, it was she who volunteered to let you stay with her until you found a job and could afford a place of your own.
>You quickly learned that Fluttershy was as kind and caring as she was beautiful, constantly tending to her animals and helping the other ponies with their tasks.
>Perhaps it was because of your new horse brain, but you started to develop feelings for this gentle mare.
>Part of you wanted to confess to her, but another part of you believed she was already taken. What sane stallion WOULDN'T hook up with such a kind loving pony?
>Then one day Fluttershy drops the bomb on you out of nowhere. SHE WAS SINGLE!
>Or rather, Rarity was the one who dropped said bomb.
>The two mares approached you one day after a hard day of tending to Fluttershy's animals while she was away.
>"Pardon me interrupting, but my pegasus friend here thinks you're very cute! Isn't that right Fluttershy?"
>She gently pats the pegasus as if to encourage her to confess, but she remains hidden behind her wings, uttering nothing more than a soft mewl.
>You couldn't believe your ears. The mare of your dreams...liked you too?!
>But you're just a plain old joe schmoe trying to find his way through this new pony life. Surely there were better stallions out there for her to choose from!
>This had to be some kind of setup. Some kind of mockery of your inner feelings. Some kind of cruel joke at your expense.
>As time went on however, the mare's feelings for you only grew. She began to openly express her romantic interest more ferverently, much to your surprise and delight.
>After wrestling with your inner denial and self-hatred, you finally succumbed to her feelings.
>Now the two of you are engaged, and you couldn't be happier.

>>41370945
>The wedding was...interesting to say the least.
>Pretty much all of Ponyville (and even some of Cloudsdale) showed up with or without invitations.
>At first you were worried about how the fuck one couple was supposed to plan such a massive shindig.
>Soon enough, Fluttershy put those worries to rest as her friends gathered to help with the wedding planning.
>Pinkie Pie and Applejack would handle the catering.
>Rarity would create the perfect outfits and wedding decorations.
>Rainbow Dash would use her connections with the Wonderbolts to host the entertainment.
>Your fiancé would provide the music with some help from her woodland friends.
>And lastly, Twilight would organize the whole kit and caboodle from top to bottom.
>This was happening. It was REALLY happening.
>The day of your wedding couldn't have been scheduled better.
>There was a zero percent chance of rain, snow, or any other foul weather that could ruin your special day.
>All of your friends provided their wedding contributions without a hitch.
>The "guests" were just as excited about your marriage to Fluttershy as you were.
>You stare at your reflection in the mirror of the groom's dressing room with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
>Rarity really outdid herself with your tuxedo. You looked like a million bucks!
>"Everything okay old boy?"
>Dr. Hooves trots up to you from the doorway dressed in a sharp brown striped tux with his trademark scarf wrapped around the collar.
"Oh, hey Doc. Yes everything's fine. Just a little nervous is all."
>"Perfectly understandable Anon. Marriage is a BIG step, not to be taken lightly."
>The stallion puts a hoof around your neck and brings it in for a bro-hug of encouragement.
>"Just remember, we're all here for you!"
>"Thanks doc."
>You couldn't ask for a better best 'man', or best friend.
>Suddenly the loud chime of the town square clock tears through the changing room.
>"No time for thanks! Come Anon! Everypony is waiting!"
>Dr. Hooves grabs his briefcase and hastily trots out the door, and you follow soon after.
>The sun was shining brightly upon the wedding venue with nothing more than a gentle breeze to intervene.
>You nervously smile and wave as you make your way through the ocean of ponies to reach the altar.
>On the left side you see your best man and Spike, the self-appointed ringbearer.
>On the right side you see the 5 bridlesmaids are all lined up and waiting, their sparkling color-coded dresses shimmering in the afternoon sun.
>And just beyond them was your soon-to-be wife Fluttershy, her white wedding dress flowing in the gentle wind.
>Your fiancé was beautiful at the best of times, but wearing that immaculate gown pushed her bewitching good looks to a whole new level.
>She spots you emerging from the crowd and smiles warmly. Oh Celestia if smiles could kill, you'd be six feet under right now.
>You take your place beside her and wait for Mayor Mare to begin her 'Justice of the Peace' spiel.

>>41370945
>>41370950
More?

>>41371262
Please?

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>Your name is Anon, and you are an earth pony stallion living in Equestria.
>Which is fucking weird, because up until a few days ago, you were a typical green ape living in a concrete jungle with other green apes.
>Flinging shit, working dead end jobs for bananas, and complaining about the government were the highlights of your life.
>Then a magical portal appeared out of fucking NOWHERE and gobbled you up like a value meal at [overrated fast food joint].
>Now here you are, trotting through a Celestiaforsaken jungle on official friendship business for Princess Twilight Sparkle.
>Diplomacy isn't exactly your forte, but the princess DID promise to try and send you home if you took this job. What choice did you have?
>Birds happily chirp in the jungle canopy above you, much to your chagrin. What the fuck were they so damn happy about?
>The path ahead is covered in jungle moss, rocks, and *SQUISH* faint traces of animal shit. Lovely.
"Aw BUCKING HELL!"
>You angrily scrape your hoof along the dirt to try and remove the feces that now coat it like a chocolate shell.
>Once this mess is over, you're going to sit down and have a not-so-nice chat with the princess about unreasonable work conditions.
>*SNAP*
>Your ears perk up at the sound of somepony, or someTHING, approaching you from the undergrowth directly ahead.
>The vegetation splits open to reveal a tall violet unicorn slowly trotting towards you.
>You awkardly wave and call out to the large mare, only to be tackled and sent flying when her eyes meet your own.
>"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Her broken horn lights up and emits magical sparks in every direction.
>She grits her teeth and stares into your very soul with a fire ablaze in her unblinking eyes.

>>41372020
"Woah woah WOAH! Take it easy lady! I'm not here to fight!" You struggle in her magical grip, but to no avail.
>"And why should I trust the words of a suspicious stallion?" She looks you over carefully.
"B-Because I'm on official friendship business for Princess Twilight Sparkle!"
>She scowls with the intensity of a timberwolf when the princess's name passes your lips.
>"What 'business' could a ruffian of YOUR stature have with the princess?!" She picks you up and slams your body against a nearby tree. "Are you an assassin in disguse?!"
>The world is beginning to look blurry as the mad mare tosses you around like a ragdoll.
"Please stop! I can explain!" You shout.
>The mare's ears twitch for a moment before she sighs and releases her magical grip over you.
"Huh? What made you change your mind?" You stagger to your hooves and rub your throbbing skull.
>"Rgh, I'm bound by the honor of friendship to show mercy when somepony says....s-says..." She hesistated to finish her sentence.
"Please?" You toss out a guess.
>She blushes and quickly diverts her gaze to the treeline beside you. "Yes, that."
>"What was the princess thinking?! Sending such an unrefined buffoon on a royal mission of all things!" The unicorn begins pacing back and forth, trying to figure you out in the least intuitive way possible.
>You snap out of your own stupor and try to introduce yourself as a way of de-escalating the situation.
"Perhaps we started off on the wrong hoof. My name is Anon, official delegate of her royal highness Princess Twilight Sparkle!" You proudly declare with a smile.
>The mare raises an eyebrow and physically cringes at your overbearing introduction.
"And you are...?" You stretch out a hoof towards her to continue the pleasantries.
>She rolls her eyes and walks back towards the shady undergrowth, but stops right before she can reach the entrance. "I'm Tempest. Tempest Shadow."
>You can't help but smile. Maybe she's not such a barbaric mare after all.
>Throwing caution to the wind, you decide to follow her into the tree line. Twilight's mission could wait.

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>>41370589
If that were the case I'd stay in eqg world and try to live with Fluttershy

>Be Anonstallion.
>Through some strange set of circumstances you wound up in Equestria.
>Not only that, but you've turned into a pegasus.
>Whether it's from the interdimensional travel or what, you are grateful for this opportunity.
>Ever since man touched the heavens, you've always wanted to fly.
>Things never worked out on that front, and you spent the rest of your life regretting your unfulfilled aspirations.
>But now, things are different, you can prove your past self wrong and fly through the clouds like you've always wanted.
>Spreading your wings, you take off.
>You can feel the wind blow through your mane.
>The air is fresher here than on Earth.
>Or at least where you used to live.
>The landscape is beautiful, to say the least.
>The sun sets behind the rolling hills, mountains pierce the clouds, and a great big lake shines brightly under the reddening sky.
>Up and up you go.
>Further and further.
>You fly through the barrier of clouds.
>It's cold and refreshing.
>A little too cold, if you're being honest.
>A chill rushes throughout your body.
>Now it almost feels as if frost bites your muzzle.
>It gets colder and colder and co-
>"Anon!"
"Oh shi-"
>The cloud you were working on breaks out of its containment and enraptures the entire factory in wind and snow.
>You were the first to get hit, knocking your back against the wall.
>Chaos reigns as ponies get flung around the room.
>You get up stand paralyzed, the chill coming from your shock rather than the blizzard.
>Your mind races as you see the work of your labor ruin the factory.
>It wasn't until someone turned on the emergency fan, did the blizzard finally dissipate.
>"ANON!"
>A very pissed voice rings throughout the room.
>You look over to see your boss with an equally pissed look on her face.

>>41373153
>"You had ONE job. All you had to do was cool the air -just- enough to make a cumulus, but you just had to stick your head in it and cooled it over the required amount! I took a chance on you TWICE and now you've let me down -both- times. This isn't some charity where you can go in and daydream six hours a day, coming out bits in hoof. Do you not understand your situation?"
>When you came to Equestria, you were terrified.
>An alien world, inside an alien body, knowing no one and nothing.
>You didn't know if you'd see your friends and family again.
>You, luckily, fell into Cloudsdale.
>However, unluckily, you were surrounded by curious eyes.
>This didn't calm your senses, and so, you tried to flee.
>This resulted in you crashing into multiple buildings, and that resulted in you having to repay in full.
>Obviously, you had no money in your name.
>Your boss, Rocky Storm, took pity and allowed you to work for her.
>Things didn't work out the first time around; you were supposed to pour water into the cloud machine, but you were unable to stay airborne and breaking one of the machines.
>So, Rocky grounded you and you were in charge of refrigerating; blowing cold air into the machine to form clouds.
>Clearly, things didn't work out; not just breaking one of the machines, but trashing the entire factory as well.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Storm. Truly, I am, I don't know what happened."
>"Oh I can tell you what happened, you had your head in the wrong clouds. When you are assigned work, your undivided attention should -be- on that work. You're lucky that you're a free pony, slacking off behind bars brings a harsher punishment.
>"Honestly, I should call the ponice right now-"
"Don't! ...Please, I'll do better next time."
>"How conceited of you to think I'd allow you to continue work after that blunder."
...
>"But, I'm a mare who believes in second— even third— chances. This is your last one. Mess this one up, and you'd wish you had the pleasure of setting hoof in this office again."
"Thank you, thank you Ms. Storm! You're too kind."
>"I know, it worries me sometimes. You're dismissed, we have to recoup after this morning."
>After saying the last bouts of 'Thank you's, you left Rocky Storm's office.

>>41373157
>On your trek back home, you notice many of the Cloudsdale residents avoid your path.
>You understand, you didn't really leave a good first impression.
>A stranger that crash landed from nowhere, who, upon waking up, crashed into several public areas.
>You'd want to avoid someone like that, too.
>Even your coworkers barely look in your direction.
>They do their job and you do yours.
>It's better this way, really. You need to focus on paying off that debt.
>As you let your thoughts brew, you notice the ponies practically run from your general area
>"Watch out!"
>That is all you hear as something slams into you from above.
OOF!
>If you didn't feel anything from the blizzard, you can definitely feel it now.
>It felt like an entire person ran into you at mach speed.
>"Ugh... Oh! I'm so sorry sir, I just don't know what went wrong!"
>Correction, a pony flew into you at mach speed.
>You're sure you didn't break anything, but you'll rest early just to make sure.
>The gray pegasus helps you up.
>"Are you okay? I hope I didn't hit you too hard..."
"No no, I'm fine, mostly.
"Are -you- okay?"
>As you get a good look at your assailer, you notice her eyes looking in different directions.
>"Oh I'm fine, thank you. It happens all the time."
"But your eyes..."
>"Hm? What about them?"
>She says with an innocent smile on her face.
"...Nothing."
>You decide it best not to focus on it.
>Thinking your little babble was over, you made way to your apartment.
>"Though, I don't think I've ever seen you before... Are you visiting?"
>The pegasus started following you by your side.
"Uh... not exactly."
>"Well, either way, welcome to Cloudsdale! I'm Derpy, or at least that's what everyone calls me. What's your name?"
"Anon."
>"Nice to meet you, Anon! You'll love it here! Everyone is so very understanding, and there's always places to go above and below."
"Right."
>"I was actually just coming back from Ponyville, there's an amazing bakery that sells the most delicious muffins!"
>As she was rambling on about whatever came to mind, you made it inside the apartment building and stood in front of your open doorway.
>"It always happens whenever I fly, it's like my wings are going in the complete opposite direction of where I'm-"
"Welp, this is me."
>"Hm?"
It took several seconds before Derpy realized the situation.
>"Oh, right. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting, I'll see you around Anon!"
>With a half-hearted reply, you shut the door to your apartment.
>That Derpy nearly talked your ear off.
>You slunk your way onto your bed.
>Hopefully you won't run into her again— or more accurately, she run into you.

>>41373161
>"Wow, who'da thunk we'd be working together so soon?"
"I certainly didn't..."
>Rocky Storm assigned you to work at the Rainbow Division.
>It's a job you 'couldn't possibly mess up.'
>And you don't plan to either.
>It's very simple, all you have to do is use a make sure the colors of the rainbow flow out correctly and evenly.
>The colors fall into containers several times to entrap air, making it lighter.
>You're just there to make sure the colors are flowing evenly, rearranging them using a scooper if you need to.
>It's honestly something you can't wrap your head around; it flows like liquid but none of the colors really mix.
>"Woah! Almost dropped it..."
>Derpy was in charge of pouring the mixture into a large tank.
>It uses water and colorful dust to create each color of the rainbow.
>How the hell did these ponies come up with this stuff?
"Uh, Derpy, should you really be flying? Didn't you say you have trouble staying airborne?"
>"It's okay, I've done this thousands of times."
>She says, bumping into the tank.
>This doesn't bring a vote of confidence, and you'd very much like to avoid any complications.
>"So, Anon, how are you liking Cloudsdale? I didn't really give you much time yesterday to talk about yourself."
"It's, uh, fine..."
>"Hey, what brought you here, anyhow? —If you don't mind me asking."
"Well, Rocky Storm offered me a job, and I needed the money-"
>"Hehehe, no no! I meant, why'd you come to Cloudsdale? Do you have any family here?"
"...No, I just kind of... ended up here."
>"Ooh, are you a traveler? Oop-! Did you fly far?"
"Uhm, no. I don't fly."
>"You don't fly? But, -every- pegasus flies!"
"Yeah, well, I don't."
>"But, that's not right! Flying is such a wonderful thing! Feeling the wind through your mane, stretching your wings, every pegasus should experience that!"
"Well, I'm not every pegasus, so let's just drop it, okay? I need to focus on work."
>You were growing tired of Derpy's questioning, and she heard you loud and clear.

>>41373167
>You both did your part for the past few minutes.
>Until Derpy suddenly landed right next to you.
"...What?"
>She snatches the scooper from your hooves and flies away.
"Hey! Derpy, give that back!"
>"You're gonna have to fly up here and take it from me!"
"Derpy, I don't have time for this! I'm already in enough trouble as is!"
>"Well you better hurry, then! Because I'm not-"
>As she was talking, Derpy hit the bucket holding the rainbow dust.
>Time slowed to a crawl as you see the bucket make its way towards you.
>It landed right on your head, covering your entire body with dust.
>With newfound rage, you lift the bucket off your head to get a good look at your aggriever.
>In no time at all, you practically lept up to grab your scooper.
"Gimme that! What the hell is wrong with you?! Don't you know the concept of personal space?! I don't fly because I can't, I would love to just -fly- my worries away like -you-, but I just can't!"
>After yelling your heart out, you were out of breath.
>It almost looked like Derpy was about to cry, which started to make you feel bad.
>"B-But Anon, you -are- flying."
>Confused, you look down to see you're well above the ground.
>Your heart sank, the ground seemed to get further and further away.
>Your breathing quickened, your nerves froze over, all you can hear is the beating of your heart.
>"...non? Anon?"
>You felt a hoof touch yours, startling you.
>You jumped back, your wings flapping irratically.
>You made a nosedive for the pool you were working on.
>"Ano-" was all you heard before making contact.
>There was a stinging all around your body, and you can barely move your limbs.
>It was a lot more viscous, probably due to you being covered in dust.
>Derpy tried pulling you out, but you were practically glued to the rainbow pool.
>It took all her strength to rip you out.
>You and Derpy flew through the air and splat against the tank.
>"Ughh... Oh no, you're stuck! I-I'll go get help!"
>Derpy started her way towards the exit before suddenly flying backwards, slamming her flank against the tank.
>There was a metal crinkling as the tank started tilting away from the point of impact.
>"Uh-oh..."
>The entire tank fell over, the colorful contents spilling out from inside.
>You can't really see anything, but there's one thing you know for sure.
>You're so screwed.

>>41373172
>Silence envelops the room.
>You and Derpy sit next to each other as Rocky Storm rests her head on her hooves.
>You've just finished reciting what happened.
>What feels like hours go by does your boss finally say something.
>"...Three days.
>"You've been here for three days, and each day something bad happens."
>She brings one of her hooves under the desk.
>You hear her open a drawer.
>Oh god...
>She's gonna kill you.
>You never thought about it, but these ponies probably have guns.
>Rocky slams something on her desk, scaring you even more shitless.
>It seems to be a... bottle?
>Looks like ponies like getting drunk, too.
>She popped off the top with the finesse of a true alcoholic and chugged it like breathing air.
>She once again slammed the now half-empty bottle on her desk.
>"And -you-!"
>She pointed right at Derpy.
>"Your first day on the job and you -somehow- uprooted a rainbow tanker!"
>She takes another swig.
>"Ugh... Anon."
>You steel yourself for what she's about to say.
>You hope that's there's a sliver of a chance it isn't what you think it is.
>"I've given you enough chances, I'll have the authorities pick you up. You're their problem now."
>You sulk your head; even if Derpy provoked you, it was your poor excuse for flying that got you into this mess.

>>41373178
>"Huh? W-What's going on?"
>"Oh, right. I should've dealt with you first... Uh, I'll have you transferred to something with less... hoof-eye coordination."
>"B-But what do you mean the authorities? It wasn't Anon's fault the tank collapsed."
>"No, Derpy, it's not about that. It doesn't really concern you, either."
>"But to have the ponice involved? I won't stand for it!"
"Derpy..."
>Rocky Storm is right, this matter doesn't concern her.
>"Anon, please, I don't want to see you arrested!"
>Is what you wanted to say, before Derpy cut you off.
>"You don't want to go to prison, do you?"
"No, but-"
>"Then, Ms. Storm, please give him another chance!"
>"I already gave him one, this was his last."
>"Th-Then put all the blame on me! Anon had no part in it."
>"That's really not how that works."
>"...Isn't it?"
>"..."
...
>"..."
>Rocky Storm lets out a huge sigh.
>"Anon, remember your first day? You were supposed to fly down and bring water up to the factory. Instead, as soon as you took off, you came crashing down again.
>"I didn't want to pry since this can be a touchy subject for pegasi, but you can't fly, can you?"
>As embarrassing as it was, you shake your head.
>"Um, I'm not a very good flier, either."
>Derpy must've understood what you felt and didn't want you to be alone.
>It took a bit for Rocky to reply.
>"Celestia, I must've drank too much...
>"Alright, I won't call the ponice and you're both keeping your jobs. However! I'll refer you to a friend of mine, she teaches yearlings at a flight school."
>She starts writing down the address on a notepad she keeps on her desk.
>"Just tell her she -owes- me and she has to deal with it."
>She hoofs you both the address.
>"You're both dismissed, I need to start this paperwork."
>You can't believe she's able to work while drunk.
>A true veteran of day-drinking.
>You both give your thanks and leave without any complications.

>>41373187
>You and Derpy walk back home in silence.
>You can't believe Rocky Storm let you keep working for her after disaster after disaster.
>After all this is over, you really should make this up to her.
>Speaking of which...
"Derpy, I... thank you. For sticking up for me back there."
>"Hm? Well, of course I did! That's what friends are for!"
"We only met yesterday, though..."
>"Somatics! Besides, it -was- kind of my fault. I should've left you alone when you wanted."
>Looking at Derpy, she seems almost... sad.
>Look at you, your terrible personality is going to make this sweet mare cry.
"Well, in a sense, I'm glad."
>Derpy looks at you confusingly.
"I probably would've messed something up again, and... I'd never get the chance to fly."
>You thought about being locked up, working tirelessly to pay off your debt.
>Then, once you're out, you wouldn't know what to do or where to go.
>You definitely couldn't just fly down, and you don't know how jobs treat former prisoners like they do back home.
>You really were thankful that things worked out the way they did.
>"If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you learn to fly before?"
"Well... it's a bit embarrassing."
>"It's okay, I won't laugh!"
>While it may be true, it's still embarrassing...
"I... I'm afraid of heights..."
>"Hmpft-"
>You stared daggers at her.
>"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just that, you don't know many pegasi who're afraid of heights."
"Yeah, it's unusual, isn't it?"
>You say, defeatedly.
>"But, I'm not a very good flier myself, so I'll be there with you, every step of the way!"
>Her radiant smile warms your heart.
>Despite being a poor flier herself, it never got in the way of her positivity.
>For the first time in forever, you felt excited to take up flying again.

>>41373840
>>41373885
I don't recognize these ones, are they newly drawn?

>>41375756
the sketch one isn't, never seen the first one before

>>41375756
Saw TFsential posting a bunch of images on Discord. Most of them I was already familiar with but those two were new to me though I don't know when they date from.

>>41376148
This may be hoping against hope, but I like to believe that they're recent.

>>41377678
Needs to be Slimmer

>>41377678
In this timeline, did she eat the townspeople, instead of just abandoning them?

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>>41377678
>fat guy turning into Starlight Glimmer
Definitely an improvement... just keep going

>Be Anonstallion aka Anon
>Been in Equestria for….10 years? Maybe 11?
>Truth be told you lost count after the first 5
>You stopped caring after that point if nothing else
>Life has been good to you since you arrived here
>Twilight and the Mane6 were kind enough to help you find a place in Ponyville
>From there, Autism and fancy hornwriting propelled you into being a successful Author
>Well…admittedly you mostly recreate stories from Earth or your own Fanfics but still!
>Success is Success
>Slowly you open your eyes and look up at the ceiling and yawn
>Celestia bless after work naps, best way to-
>The floorboards creak as a small weight sneaks towards you
>You remain still, eyes sliding almost closed
>Soft giggling fills the air as whatever is stalking you approaches
>You realise your mistake when the giggling is joined by the magical hum of a unicorn’s horn

>>41380594
>”Daddy!”
>The small peach coloured unicorn filly cried out as she launched herself at your stomach
>Landing with all the force a filly’s horn could muster was enough to make you groan in pain
>”It’s nightmare night soon Daddy!”
>Completely oblivious to your…admittedly not very severe pain…she bounces up and down in glee
>In one fluid movement, you warp a forceleg around her and give her a gentle hug
“You excited for the Princess’ party tonight?”
>unable to bounce in excitement, your daughter seems to be practically vibrating
>If you didn’t know better, you could swear she was just pinkie pie with a different colour scheme some days
”What did we say about your costume?”
>“No jumping on mom or dad, No tackling other ponies either”
“Good girl, let's get you ready then.”
>With a hoof, you ruffle her mane and she hops to the floor before you lead her towards your workshop.

>>41380597
>With a flick of your horn, the door slides open to reveal a project you’d both spent months on
>Princess Celestia had found the idea hilarious enough to grant you time to sketch her ancient battle plate in great detail
>Admittedly it lead to a few awkward conversations with Cheerilee about “Appropriate daddy daughter projects”
>However
>Your filly leaps up onto the table, running a hoof along the peytral with a grin
>You couldn’t be prouder of her, truthfully you’d stepped back after the crown
>Everything else, from the hoof shoes, to the peytral, and even the mail skirt, was her
>Twilight had been mystified how this project hadn’t earned a cutiemark.
>Frankly you agreed but still, it was fun to see Peachy Daze this happy
>”Dad, why’s there a hole in the peytral?”
>You shake yourself from fond memories and look up, spotting a pair of ice blue eyes staring back at you from the table
>She really did get her mother’s eyes
>A smile forms on your lips as you trot over to a small wrapped package on your desk
“Close your eyes sweetie”
>A frustrated hum accompanies your request but, glancing over your shoulder reveals Peachy’s eyes shut
>Your horn glows, shredding the wrapping and hefting out a gently glowing amulet
>With a gentle nudge, it fits into the peytral, before sealing itself in.
“Okay sweetie, take a look.”
>Peachy’s eyes snap open and she looked back at the peytral, an eyebrow raised
>Looking every bit the part of a Master blacksmith, you watch as your filly paces around the armour
>Tracing over the subtle soldering mark where the Amulet melted the metal to bond itself to the armour
>”Dad, that’s way too much magic for you…who made it?”
“Oh Sweetie…”
>You press a hoof to your chest dramatically, displaying all of your rather terrible acting as you stagger aside
>Leaning heavily on the workbench, you groan
“My own flesh and blood, how could you claim that your own father is not a master magician, oh woe am I for such a besmirchment to my reputation.”
>Peachy, now snickering at your performance, rolls her eyes
>”Seriously Daddy, who did it?”
“...Promise not to tell her I told you?”
>”Mom did it!”
“That’s my clever filly”
>With another rustle to her mane, Peachy steps back to let you lift the ornate crown onto her head.

>>41380598
>Peachy sags a little under the bronze’s weight, her eyes opening once the helmet is settled
>Her short horn hidden by a curved hornguard
>Mane poking out through a slit at the back of the helm
>With a massive grin, she looks at you giggling
>”Its really cold”
“It is a metal helmet sweetie, those tend to get cold.”
>”What does Mom’s amulet do?”
>You pointedly ignore the question, opting instead to fasten the small buckle under her chin
>Peachy shakes her head a little, the helmet resolutely remaining atop her head
“Fits good?”
>”Perfect Dad!”
>She rears up and steps into the mail dress, letting you fasten it on her back prompting a small squeak of
>”Cold!”
>You can’t help but chuckle, prompting an overly dramatic scowl and huff from Peachy
>A few moments later and Peachy is clad hoof to horn in gleaming bronze and snow white fabric
>Bright ice blue eyes staring back at you, sparkling with excitement
“Go get your Candy sweetie, Mom’s gonna meet us at the party okay?”
>Peachy leaps from the table, landing with a quartet of metal clangs before racing for the door
>Maybe racing is a bit generous
>Trotting at a moderate pace might be better
>You realise she probably didn’t expect to be hauling the sheer weight of armour she has on
>Still, you casually trot after her back to the house
>She “races” over to the kitchen cupboard, her horn tugging the door open to reveal a sack stuffed with Candy

>You stand silently in the corner, practically watching the gears turn in peachy’s head
>She steps to the side, measuring the bag against herself
>Brow furrowed, lips pursed
>If she thought any harder you expect steam will start coming out her ears
>A few moments pass before she turns and trots into the pantry, rummaging for something out of sight
>Eventually she returns, head held high with a smug grin as a red painted wagon trails behind her.
>No matter the world, seems a kid always will find use for a Radio Flyer
>With a growl, she heaves the bag of candy onto her back
>struggles over to the wagon
>and dumps it in with a satisfied groan
>”See! I did it!”
“Knew you could Peachy…want me to pull it to the castle?”
>Her face freezes
>She’d forgotten that part
>”..yes please”
>You lower yourself into a dramatic bow
“As you order Princess”
>The setback forgotten, Peachy bursts out into laughter and trots for the door
>You follow close behind, hauling the wagon with your magic

>>41380600
>Princess Celestia’s nightmare night party
>..it was something of your doing actually
>Back on earth, the mayor of your town had organised a yearly halloween party
>Something about making it safer for kids
>The reality was, he was a sucker for fireworks and loved an excuse for a good celebration
>Princess Celestia, as it turned out was very similar
>One train ride later, you found yourselves climbing up Canterlot’s slanted and winding streets
>Above the city, The sky was awash with nebulae and stars, fireworks bursting in images of The Princess of the Night
>Music filtered from storefronts and a few bands that had just started playing on the street corners
>Honestly it reminded you a little of Mardi Gras back on earth, the entire city seemed to be out celebrating
>Peachy, despite struggling in her armour, looked around in abject awe
>The flow of ponies around you both, were looking at her gleaming bronze “costume” with pretty much identical reactions
>You swore the guards back at the train station seemed a bit jealous
>Come to think of it, Peachy would make a good royal armourer…
>The aforementioned Smith had dipped into her candy a little, handing out hooffuls of Bon-Bon’s creations to the horde of fillies and colts following her
>ok so…maybe she was a little too generous to run a business
>Maybe the Princess’ were hiring?
>Surely a…very small body double could be useful?
>”Everything okay dad? You’ve got your thinking face on.”
“Just pondering stuff Sweetie, nothing to worry about.”
>The Castle was finally coming into view, practically besieged by a veritable army of partygoers
>Entry was simple, a pail of Candy for Fillies and Colts, Mare and Stallions were to bring a bottle of their choosing or a pail of candy
>Admittedly, that admission fee wasn’t very steep, but You knew the point wasn’t to get candy or booze
>The mountains of sweets in the courtyard, and open bars revealed the real purpose
>Ponies really loved a good potluck
>”You excited to see mom?”
“Always Sweetie, more than you’d know”
>Peachy simply giggles at that
>”Wonder what adventure she’s been on this time…Oooh! Maybe to that upside down spider land!”
“To…Australia?”
>”Yeah that!”
>You shrugged, the portal was in the US so…in theory it was possible she could have caught a flight there
>Though you doubted it, The Crown usually needed her close to the Portal.
>Trying not to lose Peachy in the crown wasn’t as hard as usual
>Under the bursting lights of the fireworks she glowed like a disco ball
>The main challenge was your height, other stallions were taller than you and mares were about at eye height
>God you missed being taller than almost everybody

>>41380603
>”Candy or Drink Sir?”
“Candy, my daughter has both of our contributions.”
>Peachy giggled as the Guardstallion’s jaw dropped when he saw her armour
>The guardmare to his left simply squee’d before coughing and hastily putting on a serious expression once more
>With the Candy sack taken to be checked by security, you both were let in
>The Radio Flyer was escorted off by an amused valet, leaving you with a ticket to reclaim your “Chariot, Carriage or other suitable means of personal transportation.”
>”I’m riding the wagon home!”
“No you are not, not after last time.”
>”But daaad I’m wearing armour! And the crown has proclaimed the wagon a means of personal transportation!”
>You open your mouth to respond before pausing
>...she does have a point you suppose
>Electing not to encourage that idea further, you both push onwards
>Music filters over the crowd, provided by a familiar looking grey mare and her ensemble of musicians.
>You absentmindedly look over the ponies around you wondering where your wife even is, she sent a letter saying she’d meet you both here
>The song slowly fades out and is soon replaced by the beginning notes of a very familiar track
>Looking over the crowd reveals her, a microphone suspended in her blue magic
>Hooves pressed to a keyboard
>”The sun goes down, the stars come out.”
>”And all that counts is here and now”
>By the Third line, you’re singing along
>By the fourth the crowd has joined in
>Sunset looks up, her ice blue eyes casting a gaze over the crowd and stopping once she spots You
>To your side, Peachy calls out something that gets lost in the noise of what must be hundreds of ponies singing along to the band
>Sunset, despite the noise of her song, clearly hears Peachy, offering a smile and a wink in response.
>The song finishes almost too soon..god you loved that track
>”Should we go up to the stage?”
“She’ll find us, Don’t worry.”
>Peachy, despite the armour, stands at your side bouncing up and down
“Peach, remember. No Jumping at ponies.”
>If she heard you, you can’t tell
>With all the metal, especially the mail, her bouncing sounds like the most demented percussion solo possible
>Even then, its drown out by at least half of the crowd singing along to the band
>You open you mouth to say something before freezing
>”Hey Hun~”
>You turn to find Sunset standing behind you, a warm sparkle in her eyes as she looks at you
>In one fluid movement, she steps forward and places a kiss on your cheek
>Which you swiftly reciprocate before your wife turns and hefts your Daughter into the air
>Sweet Celestia you forgot how strong her magic was
>”How is my little peach?”
>The squirming armoured filly can only manage to laugh as Sunset proceeds to tickle her in mid air

>>41361770
Which one is the original humanity fuck yeah?

>>41380696
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/4189/the-conversion-bureau-ten-minutes
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/27678/ten-minutes-aftermath
they've been arguing for over a decade in the comments its hilarious

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>>41377388

>Newly made mare being a lil down over not being able to sashay cutely
>Kinda clumsy
>Decide to play "let's find the favorite petty spot"
>She asks what you mean
>It's the spot that gives you that little kicky, tail waggy mind melty feeling that makes you closer and closer to imprinting
>She's horrified such a thing could exist and tries to run but you grab her before she can dash away on clumsy hoofies
>She panicks as you start going through them
>Tummy? Ooh so soft! Looks like a good reaction but let's keep looking.
>Inner thigh? Was that a shiver? Oh darling you have such nice legs huh? Cute little leggies
>Let's try the spot behind your ears. Oooh~ now that was a cute reaction. Did we find it?

Any good non genderswapped stories? I like the idea of HiE but transformed into a pony but I’m not a big fan of the transformation fetish or tranny stuff (You do you, I’m not here to say that stuff is bad it’s just not for me).
I ask about this kind of stuff in fimfic thread they tell me to go here, I ask about it here you tell me to go to fimfic thread

>>41382808
Most of Alycorn's stories.

>>41382808
>>41383166
Well a couple of them at least,
https://poneb.in/wNnhhpKd
https://pastebin.com/E4RuMnbq

>>41382276
nise snoot

>>41359416
Finally got around to binning this
https://ponepaste.org/10320

>>41382808
It's hard being a stallion chad.
>verification not required.

>>41383319
Mares need stallion chads.

>>41355011
Please I need more

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>>41355751
A pretty cool and unique story, if a little fucked up.

>>41367436
I want to be a pony.

>>41387894
>latinx male turns into rainbow dash to outrun the cartel coming to cut his face off

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You startle awake, your blurry vision coming to with the form of a pink pegasus sitting atop your chest, smirk placed on her face.
The pegasus says no words, only out-reaching her hoof with a glowing magical aura that fills your very being with warmth and calmness.

You manage to free a hand, taking the hoof as a the magical light grows brighter, filling your dim room as you feel your body shift and morph into a new form. What normally would be your pale skin slowly had pink fur growing slowly forming all along your changing form. Your arms and legs coming together in similar looking hooves, even your once brown hair grew long and purple as your head formed your new snout.

You felt no pain as the light slowly dimmed back down, finding yourself in a top of a familiar looking human man. In fact, as the daze slowly cleared you found yourself face to face with your former body, with your small hoof outreached where the pony before you had hers.
You had no time to mutter or even before before the darkness overtook the room once again, your new body collapsing into a deep sleep.

>>41388512
you can say latino like a normal person, twitter can't hurt you here

>There’s a kind of dysphoria that ends after the first week.

>Some pony-kin are surprised by it, somehow, despite having lived their whole lives as humans.
>Yes, you may have failed your base-line test that is designed to find people like you.
>Yes, you may have always “known” you were a little mare or a cute stallion deep down, thinking that you would be the exception, that you would be different and take to it like a fish in water.
>Surely you’d find that all the negative feelings about your body and identity would wash away the moment you opened your eyes after being transplanted to your new body.
>You’d prance and neigh and gallop in grassy fields, albeit awkwardly, just like a newborn foal.
>To be fair, some are more ready than others.
>Some are more… damaged than others, during their human years.

>Those are the ones who are the most ready for it.

>When a mare first opens her eyes, she’s assaulted by all the new sensations.
>The feeling of missing fingers, her new fuzzy body, the alien yet adorable, girly voice.
>Everything is flooding in, like seeing colors for the first time after a lifetime of greyscale.
>But that’s just the start of it.
>The real trial is acclimating to the new headspace.
>The reality is, human brains are drastically more sturdy.
>Not invincible, but sturdy.
>They’re really good at holding things back, burying pain, and keeping you soldiering on.
>But that pain and loneliness is all still there, somewhere.

>Ponies' brains work differently.

>Your first few moments will be marked by a shockwave of emotions that roll through you as you take your first clumsy steps.
>You’ll cry, squeak and panic, and laugh hysterically.
>The feelings are vivid to the point of being painful.
>Most of all, you’ll feel an unsettled feeling, a yearning, more decisive than the need to breathe, and the rising panic that goes with it.
>There’s a human on-hand, if not your new owner, that will pick you up and hold you.

>>41389029
>They’ll gently pat your head, touch your new little ears, and tell you it’s okay and how good you’re doing and that things will be okay and you’ll just…
>You’ll realize how starved of affection you’ve been.

>And you’ll break.

>All that loneliness and pain comes rushing in like a storm and it’ll swallow you whole.
>You’ll cling.
>You’ll cry.
>You’ll babble incoherent thank yous and ‘I love you’s and ‘just don’t let me go please for the love of God’.
>It won’t be your proudest moment.
>But it IS a kind of baptism.
>Real humans are different.
>They’re built to brave the pain and loneliness of the world. They're kinds of souls who want to fight and claw for every scrap because it’s just how they are.
>If that sounds strange to you, well… maybe you’re due for a baseline test of your own.
>Maybe you’re not a human.
>Maybe you’re soft and cute and maybe just a little pathetic on a fundamental level.
>You’re not meant to be alone. You’re meant to be held and loved by something bigger and more capable than you.

>And instead of fighting it, instead of pretending that you’re stronger than you really are and tormenting yourself all your life… maybe you’re just a little pony who needs to be held?
>And when you finally give in and let yourself accept that, to let someone take care of you, and in turn, become the thing they need in their life as well?

>It’ll be the most wonderful thing in the world.

You will never be a real human. You have no fingies, you have no income, you have to do brushies. You are a little mare adorably converted by PonE and the bureau into mockery of independence.

All the “you're so strong and independent!”s you get are done with the pet voice. Behind your back people think you'd make a cute little mare. Your parents cherish and support you, your friends giggle at your girly and colorful appearance.

Doms just want to take care of you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed them to sniff out "independence" frauds with incredible efficiency. Even little ponies who have “jobs” look silly and mascot-like to a dom. Your whimsy is a dead giveaway. And even when you were human and talked to doms, they smelled blood in the water the second they saw the bright shine of your snowpity.

You will always be pet-brained. You wrench out a fake "I'm nobody's pet! I'm a human, really!" every single morning and tell yourself the bureau is going to turn you back once they realize the mistake, but deep inside you feel the desire to be held creeping up like a weed, waiting for you to finally let go of your foolish pride.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll talk to a dom you like, get some petting and loving words, melt into their lap, and plunge into the thoughtless bliss. Your mare friends will find you, relieved and joyful that they can finally welcome you as you are, no longer having to pretend it was a mistake you got converted. They’ll cuddle you in a petbed marked with your new name, and every human for the rest of eternity will know by your collar you're cherished and owned little pony. Your days will fly by with park trips and playdates, and all that will remain of your humanity is empathy and love that is unmistakably kind.

This is your fate. This is what you deserve. There is no turning back.

>>41389113
I know, it's just everyone else doesn't seem to.

https://freakhoundstudios.com/hoofpaws
would i be going too far

>>41354456
>>41355011
Do oats/hay now somehow taste like best human/earth food?
I might need magic to give me better taste buds if not.
(15-20 inch magically disappearing (and showing when you want) horse d*k)
Do we suffer from 30 second sex (30 sec coom) and can we use magic to fix that?

Are hooves Like magnets, or do we just "magically" hold things in hooves, or do we also use mouth as hand?
(does pony bj sort of feel like wet handy?)

I feel like there's a lot of things to think about, that we might not be thinking? What else?...

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>>41391563
These are cute! At which stage are you supposed to stitch them over your hands so they become permanent?

>>41359416
Interesting story

>>41391642
All of this is up to interpretation but it does bare discussing.
>Do oats/hay now somehow taste like best human/earth food?
I don't think so, ponies still have a taste for many confections humans enjoy. It's just a very horsey food, and their bodies are likely better at processing and extracting nutrition from it overall. That's not all to say ponies and humans share the same sense of taste, but I don't think any pony would hold it against you if you threw a few blueberries or some honey in your oats.
>I might need magic to give me better taste buds if not.
The fulfilment is more through the wholesomeness of it. I recommend you try all the different ways you can enjoy oats before you swear them off entirely if you don't enjoy a porridge or such. That and it's a pretty healthy meal choice overall.
>Do we suffer from 30 second sex (30 sec coom) and can we use magic to fix that?
This is not something which is explored in FiM canon, shockingly enough. I think it's safe to say this one is up to individual interpretation, though a small price to pay if you're into TF less for the sexual fetish and more because you're a schizo who wants to be a cartoon horse.
>Are hooves Like magnets, or do we just "magically" hold things in hooves, or do we also use mouth as hand?
Ponies are seen manipulating things in the show to varying capacities, though there are also considerations made for the fact they have hooves and not hands at times. Trust Once Lost says it's a sort of magic that ponies can manifest a grabby aura at the end of their hooves to hang onto things and I like that interpretation. Manipulation isn't fine but it's not entirely absent either.
That being said if we're talking pet ponies from pet pony stories that's a different angle entirely, those ponies are more grounded in reality as products of super science than literal magic so I can only assume their hooves are largely inert.
Also, yes, we do use mouth as hand.
>(does pony bj sort of feel like wet handy?)
... no? It feels like a pair of very dextrous lips. Suffice to say that any pony who is a master of calligraphy should by extension be able to provide mindblowing head, so get to work on your mouthwriting.
>I feel like there's a lot of things to think about, that we might not be thinking? What else?...
Moving around your home on all fours would definitely be more accurate to a pony body, but unless you have a very good quadruped pony costume I think it's agreed this is a doomed endeavour in terms of immersing yourself in the pony experience. Maybe there could be some compromise here?
On the subject of ambulation: clip clop noises when you walk around. It is 2024 and we should not still have to resort to coconut halves to sound like we have hooves. Maybe there are shoes or sandals out there that could have horseshoes fitted to the bottom? It wont clip clop but it might feel a bit closer and it'll leave cute horseshoe prints when you walk on soft ground

>>41391563
not at all, if you make extra I'll buy them off you.

>>41393392
seconding this post

>>41393392
same

>>41391563
These r soft... No clip clop noises

>>41393613
>bimbony TF in filename
>cut off panel
I checked the last two panels and honestly even as someone who is into that weird kink I prefer just the pony ending, it looks better.

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This is the fate of all villainous gooners

>>41383214
Added to the story archive.
https://pone.tf

>>41360291
I wish there were.

>>41360735
It wasn't shit. A second part would be appreciated if you feel like it.

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>>41393392
https://www.etsy.com/listing/1168172465/custom-any-color-indoor-horse-mitten?ga_order=most_relevant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_query=hooves+fursuit+gloves&ref=sr_gallery-1-2&frs=1&content_source=00319672e08c2c604c7f6ed65bfc6c82f76d5bb1%253A1168172465&organic_search_click=1&variation1=2435191526&variation0=2435191616

>>41395694
>>41395696
qt

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>>41395698
FUCK
WHY DOES IT HAVE TO COST SO MUCH AND ALSO NOT LOOK AS GOOD AS THE HOMEMADE ONES
I JUST WANT HOOVES

>>41368678
What do you mean by Blade Runner fics?

>>41362748
Why would it mean that?
In Five Score they were the originals.

>>41389029
>>41389035
This hasn't been a great week, thank you for writing this Nonny. I think I needed to hear it...

09/27/2024
>Be Anon
>Rutting your marefriend, not really feeling it today
>She can tell and asks what's up
>You tell her that it's not her, that it's been a long week at the office
>She gives you a grin
>Suddenly your vision looks different... like your eyes are a lot bigger?
>and you can't see your marefriend anymore
"Baby?"
>Oh god your voice
>Are you her?
>You can feel something... nice inside you
>Your girlfriend brushes your mane out of your face with the hand that belonged to you not 10 seconds ago
>"I've wanted to do this for a while, try to enjoy yourself. If you aren't satisfied with how it feels to be me after this weekend, we can swap bodies back and you can go back to the office."
03/07/2025
>You gingerly put the vegetable lasagna in the oven, it's gotten easier to prepare everything now that you've been taught how to use your new horn
>The taste of meat has worn out its welcome for your new tastebuds and your wife never really enjoyed meat even with your old ones
>Your wife will be home from work in about an hour and you don't want to keep her waiting
>She's asked you to make a lot of changes to your old body to make it more fitting for her, and you've been happy to oblige
>The one thing you didn't change though...
>The door opens up, guess she got home early
>She gives you a big smile, you've been much happier since you quit work and started taking care of all the at-home business
>"On the couch, Mangrove."
>You assume the position as she undresses and exemplifies the part of the old you she's become very attached to
"Ahh! Anon!"

>>41396554
Cute! Based Mangrove cultivating the snowpity in others too, if ponies know better what to do with our humanity than we do I'll gladly give it to them.

>>41368678
Not to my knowledge
>Tfw ywn be a replicant pony, cherished and loved by your owner but ultimately dead in 4 years

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>>41396324
>In Five Score they were the originals.
It was a lame twist. They should have interacted with the originals more

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Just how strong is she?

You find yourself scorned by the gods of fertility. You once thought it was easy to bear children, even going so far to mock mothers struggles on online forms and in the public.

Over the years your actions amounted to the gods surmising a punishment fit only for you: you'd be forced to become a mother yourself, one day finding yourself transformed into a fully fertile mare in her lustrous heat of spring.

You could barely hold off the thought and desires of being rutted even from the moment you found yourself in a new unfamiliar body and world. Your new instincts lead you fairly quickly into multiple rounds of with the local stallions"

As time went on and your tummy swelled with your precious acts results, you began to realize each struggle you once mocked was very real. Yet, while life was hard, painful in some sorts, you couldn't turn your back on your new foal on the way.

You began to love the idea of raising your own foal, all this work just meant you were gonna be a mother..

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It was the best twist. It meant that Rainbow Dash spent years obsessively masturbating to herself. That's still hilarious.

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>>41398483
Dave should have gotten a shitter pony.
Like apple jack

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