>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=0Stories:https://docs.google.com/document/d/18whYJb4xnphRlRtX0PNu8-intT8jiiTGSCzogO5Nj5s/edit?usp=sharing>I'm a contributor.Great! For writers, just notify ̶A̶l̶l̶ ̶N̶i̶g̶h̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶F̶g̶t̶ 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=sharingAssess 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:>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=0Stories:https://docs.google.com/document/d/18whYJb4xnphRlRtX0PNu8-intT8jiiTGSCzogO5Nj5s/edit?usp=sharing>I'm a contributor.Great! For writers, just notify ̶A̶l̶l̶ ̶N̶i̶g̶h̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶F̶g̶t̶ 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=sharingAssess 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:>>42655592
fancy brilly
>>42779457brilly brilly
>>42779504frilly brilly
>>42779567frilly brilly billy
>>42779567braid filler really is a cute
anon fillies never die
>>42779743Fillies die frequently, but there's a constant supply of fresh ones
>>42779743cute
>>42780179may I have some coffee good filly
>>42780834I know for sure that i am
jeez why don't you fags lay off the fucking snacks for once?
>>42781245Me with my fillies.
>>42781689goals
>>42781693to the filly or as the filly?
>>42781738Yes.
>>42781689Belly full of Cheetos and Doritos.
Fresh filly ink
>>42782809… where on the body is that even placed…?
>>42782922
>>42782946AHHHHHH!!!!
>>42782809
>>42783433Luscious filly
>>42783433Her mane looks pretty nice, the way it's styled though makes me think of Skrillex unfortunately.
>>42781245the kower tho
>>42784464bedhead unf
>>42784464ruffrable mane
>>42782751she looks really smug here
>>42779441What the fuck even is this threadLike do you people actually unironically want to be turned into a child cartoon pony so you can be fucked or "bred" by people from /mlp/ or you yourself fuck an /mlp/ user that has been turned into a little filly? Do you realize how ridiculous that isThis is by far the most degenerate general on /mlp/ I mean it combines fucking pedophilia, transformation, beastiality and/or xenophilia and whatever other fetshes you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this threadPlease consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this general and look at anon filly pictures
>>42785926you're late faggot
>>42783168Should’ve gotten a knee gear and a filly reeeeing at it
>>42785763she flies fast
>>42786703Very relaxed filly
>There's a virus that turns any human into a green filly just by contact What you do?
>>42787184Become a green filly I guess, not like I can outrun them forever. Eventually the whole world would be a sea of green, doubt we would be able to develop an antiviral in time..
>>42786340Go for it, I don't have an exclusive license on green faggot tattoos.
>>42787778Møjn.
>>42787184equip hazmat suitsurely some will realize SOMEONE needs to do the brushing
>>42787184realistically? shit my pants. meme answer? find some other anonfillies to do dyke shit with.
Been doin' 10-15 min no-sketch filly painting the past couple days.
>>42789675She's so precious
>>42789675Based she a qt
>>42790592>>42790653Thank you. I did one of these at my mare fair table and decided it'd be fun to practice and see if I can start popping 'em out in like 20 min.
>>42790668hell yeah brother np!
NO
fast day today eh?
>>42791778a cute yeehaw filler
>>42789675I love this, it's wonderful, true art!
>>42790579super cute!
>>42781693Mines? World domination.
>>42792462Filly does not appreciate her halloween costume.
>>42792700it's pretty understandable why
Pet the filly
>>42793139that's right! it goes in the square hole!
>>42792120Based and fillypilled>>42785926I want to be the filly
>>42793723she's going native
>>42793723My filly can't be this pretty
why do yall have such fat asses
>>42794669Don't you have a fat ass?
>>42794291can't buy even one chicken mcnugget
>>42794785yes you do
>>42794291I will forever continue to have a sad when I see this image and wish it hadn't been imagined.
>>42794842so sad icri everytiem>>42795001F, just imagine cheering her up then.
purple you bitch give me back my dick and balls
>>42767916 >The Resourceful and Thrifty Trixie had pawned off all her extra cups and jugs to buy pickling solution, so the two flower girls had to make do with sharing the crude fired-clay mug she fashioned the last time she had free access to a kiln>She had no illusions that she was some sort of rugged survivalist, so clean water was one commodity she always kept in abundance, as heavy as her pair of drinking barrels were>Thanks to her recent purchase, however, they now doubled as carrot pickling barrels, a fact which seemed tragically underappreciated by the fillies, who took small sips with scrunched noses>"So, where's you're folks? Do they have a campsite nearby?">There was a twinkle of anticipation in her eye; it was her universal experience that hippies were generous with food and drink, and she imagined a hearty helping of some thick and herbal and complimentary vegetable stew in her immediate future>The fillies avoided eye contact, and her heart sank>"Are you fillyscouts? Did you lose your uniforms?" >Silence, then, "You live nearby? There's a cabin out here somewhere?">Nothing, and she began to swell with dread; she knew where this was going>"Anywhere? Do you live anywhere at all? With, you know, a roof and hot meals and adult supervision?">One shook her head, the other shrugged, she wasn't paying close enough attention to tell which did what>Oh great, another batch of runaways to ferry, she thought as she rolled her eyes>She really wanted to stop talking and just walk away, but they looked way too young to just leave to their own devices>Alas, being saddled with errant waifs was just one of the great hazards of the road, a handicap she had borne more than once>It was charming and sad and a little sweet the first two or three times, but at this point it was becoming a routine annoyance, like a cuticle infection or a cracked axle >The closest excuse to ditch them was about a hundred miles away, where she could drop them on Princess Twilight when she met up with her Great and Powerful best friend, Starlight Glimmer>Which meant a little under a week of babysitting and endless questions and sharing food and potty breaks and complaining about sore hooves and weird emotional tension and blah blah blah blah blah >Whatever, already talked to them, I'm stuck with them now, no use crying over spilled milk, she thought to herself with a sigh>"Do you at least have names?">More silence as they looked at each other with the most suspicious side-eyeing Trixie had ever borne witness to>"Anon Y. Mous," they finally said, in unison, the pegasus squinting hard and the unicorn doing her best not to flinch>"Seriously?" Trixie clicked her teeth, frowning>"Fine. Whatever. Okay, okay. Anon," she pointed at the pegasus, "Nonny," she pointed at the unicorn, "There, happy?">This time they both shrugged, and she sighed again>"Alright, great, now let's get going, we're burning daylight. And don't touch my cloak." ***
>>42796187 >I still wasn't sure what to make of the mare>We took a break at a low point, sitting inside the wagon while this Trixie character chugged about a half a gallon of pickle juice in a large saucepan>She held it in a sparkling lilac glow, one that seemed to start at her horn, much like that enigmatic Siren Princess from our dreams>I took another small sip from the crude mug, watching intently as my thoughts wandered between the drink itself (Can you dehydrate on pickle juice? She seems to be doing just fine, it didn't taste too salty or vinegar-y, though it certainly wasn't refreshing) and trying to read the strange mare's motivations>The pressure had balled up in my chest, writhing like a knot of worms>"What's with the stinkeye, kid?">I hadn't realized I was scowling; she caught me off guard, and I broke my stare>"I don't, I uh, I didn't, I mean-">She waved a hoof to cut me off, "Whatever. Be as grumpy as you like, as long as you aren't thinking of doing something crazy.">She crunched on a tender, wobbly carrot for a little while, then she gave us a few pieces and they tasted like damp soil, but not in a bad way>Meanwhile, 'Nonny' the unicorn was having trouble with her hooves (she hadn't quite picked up the grasping action as well as I), and she carried a puffy-eyed hangdog look as she struggled with her morsel>Trixie watched with a stern expression, then spoke with her mouth full>"What gifesth kid? Juthst uze your magic.">She spit when she talked, spreading limp chunks of dull orange carrot flesh across the dirty floor of the wagon; it smelled like pumpkin and animal musk>Nonny avoided eye contact, no longer attempting to eat and instead picking idly at her piece in an unfocused, fidgety way>Trixie shrugged, then returned to her own ration >I looked away, rubbing my hooves the same way I had seen Nonny do, and was surprised at how natural it felt, sure I tended to wring my hands when I had a lot on my mind, but I expected some weird disconnect, just another in a long line of synesthesias I had experienced since being cast into this form, but it was soothing enough, but then I imagined myself as a rat chewing its tail and felt ashamed
>>42796190>I realized I was wandering; exhaustion crashed on me like a tidal wave, and I considered just how poorly I had slept these last few nights, and wondered if I had slept at all, and I tried to string together a series of events, and even though I had just lived them and it had all seemed so clear (if not the meaning then the path, a break in the obstacles through which I was clambering on my belly), even though I could recall every sensation and every terror and every vision of malice, I could not trace them directly, or rather I could but they just didn't seem to fit, as if whole blocks of time had swollen or shriveled and the edges were no longer quite neat enough, and I realized I was wandering again, and I shook my head and rubbed the sleep from my eyes>A question surfaced in my mind, something to hold on to, something stable>I blinked hard and locked my gaze back on Trixie, who stared at me with a worried look, open mouthed, revealing the damp mass of something she had bitten while I wasn't looking, then swallowed in a way that made her throat look like a bird's foot
>>42796193*** >The Magnanimous and Kindhearted Trixie sat patiently as the little pegasus, Anon, fidgeted nervously>For several minutes she had been flashing between consternation and deep thought and terrible confusion>And suddenly, monotone clarity>"Are we dead?">Trixie tried to clear her throat, but an underchewed sliver of carrot fiber tickled her windpipe and she coughed hard, pounding her chest and hacking up wet globs, tears in her eyes as she finally caught her breath>"Sweet Celestia, kid! You are CREEPY!" >She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, grunting in frustration>Little dark-eyed Anon stared with startling intensity, and Trixie realized she wanted an answer>"Dead? Like, heart stopping, put you in the ground dead?">The look turned pleading, but no less intense, and Trixie grabbed the filly's foreleg, feeling the fetlock, space just above the hoof, holding onto it for a moment and listening intently>"There, I feel a pulse, so that must mean you aren't dead!">Trixie forced a smile and gave the child a nervous chuckle >These kids peel off for all kinds of reasons, and some of them can be really messed up, and she did NOT know how to deal with that>"Where did you even get an idea like that?">The filly's eyes were like emerald-ringed inkwells, hungry to reach out and stain, or better yet to pull in and drown, and the space between breaths was oppressive>"What is this place?">Desperate to be talking about anything else, Trixie spotted her out and pounced, beginning to rattle off road names and county lines, even revealing a high-quality travel map dotted with scribbles and doodles and small towns scratched out with red X's>Anon's ears perked, and she watched Trixie carefully as the regional description quickly evolved into a geographical presentation, full of anecdotes and stories and disparaging remarks about random ponies and random places, and eventually she shot up from her seat with an exaggerated stretch>"Oh wow, looks like it's time to hit the road again, it sure does fly, haha you guys should sit here and take a rest, you need to relax and digest for a while, just stay in the cart and I'll get back to pulling us along, help yourself to the drink, I'll just be out here, you won't miss me!">The eyes burned into the back of her head, chasing her out of the cart, and she took up her labor with great enthusiasm ***
>>42796196 >You wanted to bite off your fingers, but with the change in equipment, you settled (or at least placated) your nerves by pinching your little chunk of carrot and restleslly tapping your rear legs against the blue-painted floorboards>You barely registered Trixie's exit, you hadn't even realized she'd been talking, and you felt cold>Treading water again, head barely above the waves, pressure in your chest like an egg in a snake's gullet>You still held on to your vision of safety, to the loving wings of the Princess of the Moon, and her thought kept a fire burning in your breast, a counter to the pressure, something alive and struggling >Still, the suspicion lingered, your inner cynic damping the flame, choking it with doubt and fear and a wounded, vengeful pride>You could really go for a beer, and a shot of something spicy and harsh>Everywhere you looked, you could see her figure in the shadows, a silent guardian angel guiding you out, a vengeful spirit coaxing you to damnation, whatever damnation might even mean>Suppose she was evil (the thought made you shudder, and guilt ran down the back of your neck like icewater); if she is damnation, is it so bad to be damned?>Fool, you thought, wretched fool leaping to his death at the sight of an easy escape>Monster, you thought, horrible monster shrinking at the sight of goodness, treasuring even your smallest and most petty evils over the shining light before you>You set aside the carrot chunk and began to pick at the woodgrain, shaking your head and rocking compulsively ***
>>42796199 >Trixie left the map out, and I poured over it with vigor>Equestria, it said at the bottom in a regal font, appeared to be a tall and vibrant landscape, and at its heart sat a beautifully illustrated mountain town labelled Canterlot>Other towns also had familiar names twisted into forced, horse-related puns>Fillydelphia, for example, was a city (more of a region) to the far east of us, hundreds of miles away and bordering the sea>Manehattan, north of Fillydelphia, was scribbled with stars and phrases in newer but still well-settled ink that could be bar names, or titles to post-rock albums>Just south of Canterlot was a mess of dark ink, mostly crossed-out angry looking skulls, and more recent looking, cutesy hearts and stars, plus some doodles of smiling ponies or cows or dogs (it was difficult to tell) all centered around the otherwise unassuming small town of Ponyville>I stepped back as the wagon lurched forward, planting my ass on the floor while I mentally surveyed the situation>Trixie was refreshingly human, not some commanding dream-creature, not an emotionally volatile doppelganger; she was grounded and spoke clearly and helped to sate our basic needs>As much as I didn't like the idea of parasitizing the kindhearted warlock, I was in no position to take care of myself and felt less guilty for abusing her hospitality than I otherwise would>Although, surely I was in need, and it wasn't abused?>If there was ever an excuse to extend one's good graces, children begging for water was where one did it>But then again, I wasn't really a child, only wearing the skin of one>Nonny stirred, drawing my attention>She was looking at me, and started to say something, but all that came out was a faint croak, and she shook her head>Then back to her glassy-eyed sulking, scraping mindlessly at the floor, jaw bulging as she bit the inside of her cheek, or maybe was grinding her teeth>I often did the same when my nerves were shot, or just out of boredom, or some combination of the two>Her face suddenly peeled into a desperate, open-mouthed scowl, but only for a moment before it returned to its moping neutral, and the whole event had the energy of a nervous tick>I felt an ache as I watched her writhing in silent misery, something that felt briefly like cold hate before draining away into pity, and I felt ashamed of that flash of hate and pushed myself away from it, but the harder I pushed the wider the pity became, so I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood with my flat horse teeth and approached Nonny, head tilted to the side and sneering with contempt, or something like contempt, maybe with some small amount of compassion that was beaming from my heart as though there were a hole in my chest, shining on her face like a spotlight, exaggerating the bumps and shadows of her flesh to make her look almost skeletal
>>42796203 >The very vision of death>"There's two of us, you know.">Nothing but the sound of creaking wood, wheels scraping stone, my own breathing>"We aren't alone. In fact, we might be the only people either of us can rely on.">It would be useful if she could watch my back, but beneath the utility I felt something tender and raw and confusing, something I hadn't felt since the last time I owned a dog (I couldn't trust myself to keep a dog anymore, so lost in the unyielding haze of life, so wholly given to those unbreakable habits)>"You're slumped. Why?">More creaking, more scraping, more breathing>"You don't trust her? Neither do I. But we can ride this thing, at least for a little while, see what happens. Just wait for the other shoe to drop, and keep your eyes peeled.">Still no response, and I could feel the corners of my lips curling with disgust>I knew what was eating her, I just hated having to acknowledge it>"Drop the fucking moon mare. Okay? We can't talk to her. We can't even think about her. I don't know if that's the rules, if there even are rules, but nothing good can come from keeping your brain all wrapped up in some creepy ghost dame.">...>"You stupid fuck! You're the closest thing to someone I can trust around here, tantrums notwithstanding-, look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you!">Saying it out loud felt unreasonably cruel and I quickly lost steam, could feel the weight of sleep bearing down on me, as well as that crushing pressure, always that horrible crushing pressure that just made me want to sprawl across the floor>I remained standing, however, clinging to the desperate hope that she might yet speak, knowing that if I could just hear her say something, get some sort of response, I might be able to drag her out of this slump that she'd been in, this slump that I had created and had lasted for the longer portion of the day, this slump that streched seconds into hours, minutes into days, and only seemed to get more daunting the closer it came to nightfall>I suddenly felt very lonely, even standing right in front of her, only the space of a few breaths away ***
>>42796207>Princess Luna sipped at her tea, Earl Gayoe, though it was just slightly understeeped>She preferred coffee, but too many mornings drinking it on an empty stomach had her gut in an excitable state, and lately when she poured a cup of delicious bean water it was inevitably followed by an hour or so of caustic heartburn, so black tea was the next best thing>The sun was beginning to hang low, and she had opted to take a long day instead of catching precious few hours of restless sleep>It was not some great effort; many times she stayed awake for weeks at a time to help steer the ship of state through some great crisis or another, suffering nothing but a kink in her back and a chronic yawn>Again between meetings, Luna gabbed with a colleague princess (this time her sister Celestia), both seated at a wrought-iron table in the castle gardens under a marble arch covered with sprawling ivies and grape vine>They were both smiling, and the Sun Princess spoke over a barely suppressed giggle>"And so for the next thirty years-" She shook her head and threw her hooves up in an exaggerated gesture, "Thirty Years, Lulu! At every. Single. Function. If he attended, my very own Seneschal would come through the doors and shout, right in front of EVERYPONY, 'Sorry I'm late, princess! I'm afraid I was feeling a little hoarse!'">The two burst into a fit of girlish laughter, Luna attempting and failing to hide her blushing, smiling face behind a wingtip>"Oh sweet mercy, Tia you reprobate! You truly keep the most rancid company!">It was a moment of levity the Luna needed, and Celestia knew it>The evening mountain air was crisp and cool, and already crickets hidden in the foliage began to chirp softly, songs carried in the late summer breeze >It would soon be time to lower the sun, when Luna would claim the night sky and begin a long night of dream searching, something with which her elder sister could offer no help>The laughter subsided with a tired sigh from Luna, who clinked her teacup back on its saucer and let it be taken away by by an attending maid, one that seemed to materialize from some impossible corner, disappearing just as quickly>The skill of the career domestic servant still awed Luna from time to time>She stood up with a long stretch>"Well, it's about time.">Celestia nodded silently and the two of them made their way back inside, both returning to their respective tasks with dignified purpose, and Luna felt only a slight twinge of unease, but nevertheless had faith in her own abilities>And anyway, she knew that with Tia by her side, things would work out in the end ***
>>42796214 >The Cautious and Stoic Trixie had been watching the clouds approaching in the dusky sky, streaked in pink and orange where the light struck it, but rising tall into a deep midnight blue as it rumbled with distant thunder>It was wide and low and seemed to move relatively quickly, pouring out through the mountain valleys of the distant horizon like floodwaters>It would hit early in the night, she surmised, and she already knew this part of the boonies had no inns or taverns close enough to shelter in time>As if sensing her anxiety, a distant speck shooting through the twilight sky suddenly made a sharp arc downward, though she didn't notice until it was only two dozen feet overhead, barking at her in a gravelly yet feminine voice>"Hey down there!">Trixie practically jumped out of her skin, quick-releasing her travel harness and ducking behind the front part of the wagon>Once in cover, she wheeled around to see a peach-colored pegasus in a Wonderbolt flight jacket, who broke into a fit of laughter>"Sorry! Sorry, but the look on your face-">Trixie's cheeks flushed with indignation as she rushed from her hiding spot, doing her best to strike an outraged but still dignified pose, instinctively catching the fading sunlight in an intense, cinematic angle, standing on her hind legs and pointing accusingly at the pegasus>"What in Equestria do you think you're doing? You clearly know not the power with which you trifle, sneaking up on the Great and Powerful Trixie like that! She could melt your mind with unspeakable magics just as easily as anypony else swats at a fly with their tail!">The Wonderbolt shook her head, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye>"Yeah, yeah, my bad. Anyway-" Her voice gained a serious edge, and she gestured to the coming clouds>"There's some serious weather byproduct on the way from Cloudsdale, and we don't have the manpower available to break it up right now, so you're gonna need to take shelter. Now, I gotta make this delivery, but that big hill up there-">She gestured to a particularly large mound, rising dominantly above the rest of the gently rolling landscape>"-Has a good-sized cave to hole up in, above the flood line. Trust me, I've had to hunker down there before. Do you think you can get there before it gets too dark?">The distance was trivial, and already she could trace an ostensibly easy path over the mild slopes >"It will be no challenge," She turned up her head with confidence, thought for a moment, then nodded respectfully (almost conspiratorially) at the Wonderbolt before breaking into a genuine, unguarded smile>"Thanks for the heads up though, I did NOT want to be out in the open for that," Then "Um. It's... good for storms, right? Big ones?">The Wonderbolt gave a reassuring smile>"Wouldn't have brought it up if it wasn't.">Trixie breathed a sigh of relief and the two mares parted ways, swollen with respective purpose ***
>>42796223 >I had watched the meeting from the corner of an open window, the one on the left face of the wagon, barely peeking my head over the windowsill>I could make no judgement of the brief visitor, though seeing another horse with wings actually flying through the air raised some interesting questions>"Alright, I might need your help you two.">I could feel my ears flicker involuntarily at Trixie's summons>It was nasal, but in a smooth and decadent way, attention grabbing but pleasant, like a light, foamy beer>Nonny was clearly desperate for a distraction and quick to rise>When we all met in front of the wagon, Trixie had us march ahead of her to spot for mud, declaring that she didn't want to waste time getting stuck in a puddle>Despite the fact that this particular patch of ground was, for the time being anyway, mostly dry, she insisted, saying if we really wanted to be fillyscouts we ought to learn to 'Be prepared'>The walk was slow and uneventful, and I realized the wind had eased, so that the whole place was overcome with a quiet stillness only broken by the sound of our own labors and the roll of distant thunder>When we reached the cave, Trixie and I agreed it looked more like a tunnel or even a hallway, chunks of rough but obviously carved stone richly dappled with lichens and mosses forming a tall arch that opened into a floor tiled with cobblestones, and walls of stacked stone brick; the hallway itself continued unseen into the sunless depths>Trixie produced and lit a small metal-framed oil lamp, tested the stones, and then pulled the wagon barely through the threshold, leaving enough room for us to wriggle out around it if we really needed to>After pulling on her cloak she turned to explore the far end of the hallway, and we followed behind her with great trepidation; she was outwardly fearless, and presumably knew what she was doing, but I was still deeply unsettled (Nonny might have been too, but her already outward misery made anything else difficult to read)>The halls split a few times, leading to a number of bleak, minimal chambers with long, rectangular openings in the walls that gave the place the impression of an empty tomb>We startled a few bats, but Trixie was otherwise satisfied with the level of vacancy in the depths, and led us all back to the wagon to sit back and relax>She pushed it inside eight or nine feet further before locking it with oversized wedges, then lit a small fire just inside the tunnel entrance, and we all sat around it to eat a light supper of more pickled carrots>I was admittedly relieved when Nonny actually ate her portion, despite how disinterested and mechanical she was in the act
>>42796226 >Having eaten quickly, Trixie transitioned to working her mouth with a toothpick, reclining in a small folding chair while she watched the fire, the mild rumble of thunder occasionally overpowering the crackle of small branches as they split and burst in the flames, spraying bright little gouts of grain-sized embers onto the cold stone>Her eyes kept flickering over toward Nonny, who once finished with her food began to quietly, nervously draw shapes in the loose dirt close to the exit>I watched both of them, feeling a general sense of unease, flinching when Trixie leapt to her hooves without warning, a sudden sparkle in her eye>"I know just what we need!">She rushed into the wagon, thumping through unseen drawers while the two of us started at each other>When she stepped out again Nonny had edged a litte further inside, the hiss of the steadily building rain outside splashing her coat with icy water, and the slight smell of smoke was overwhelmed by the heavy taste of a storm>Trixie held in her magic aura a small chunk of black chalk, floating it over to Nonny, who curled toward fire as she trembled against the slight chill>"Here, you need to do something to burn off your energy. All that fidgeting is driving me crazy.">Nonny stared at the chalk stick with a blank expression, prompting Trixie to wag it in the air>"C'mon kid, take it!">A long silence, or at least one that felt long, then Trixie gestured to the scribbles in the dirt before drawing a crude star on the wall>"Drawing. Draw-ing. You seem to like doing it enough in the sand, why not try with, I don't know, something actually made to draw with?">Nonny hesitated, then reached out with a hoof, but Trixie quickly pulled the chalk away>"No, no, you'll get it all over your coat like that. I don't want you smudging it in the wagon, just use your magic.">I was intrigued, leaned forward and rested my chin on my hooves>Trixie wagged the chalk again, then made a pensive expression>"Your magic, kid. Just how old are you? You have to have used your magic before. Didn't your parents...">She trailed off, as if coming to some sort of realization, one that wasn't difficult to guess>She made an uncomfortable face, before shaking her head and blinking hard>"Alright, alright, let's try this.">She walked over to Nonny, placed the chalk between them
>>42796231 >"Look at the chalk. Good, now close your eyes. But stay looking at the chalk. Keep your eyes pointed at it. Can you imagine what it feels like? How heavy it is? Imagine yourself reaching out to touch it. No, don't move, just imagine, take a deep breath and imagine.">A faint, jade colored glow began rippling at the tip of her horn, and shortly afterword the same glow slowly wrapped around the chalk stick>Trixie nodded approvingly, though Nonny couldn't see it>"You can feel it in your mind, right? All the little bumps and ridges, the length, the width. Now imagine it rising into the air, like it's being pulled up by an invisible string. Can you see it? In your head, I mean. And relax. Don't think to hard about it, just take deep breaths, and use your imagination.">After a few seconds of deep concentration, she became suddenly placid, and with a few more moments of slow, rhythmic breathing, the chalk began to float>Trixie nodded, not bothering to suppress a self-satisfied smirk>"Alright, now open your eyes.">When Nonny looked, she became entranced, abandoning any trace of her former anxieties, and my chest felt lighter as I released my breath, not having realized I was holding it>There were a few more minutes of guidance and instruction as she got the hang of manipulating it in the air, waving it back and forth, pointing it at things, after which Trixie tasked her with making a shape on the wall and, once her request was satisfied, sat down in her chair and leaned back, contented>Nonny, now unguided, piddled around for a bit, making marks like scratches on the stone before starting on flowing spiral patterns, which evolved into a sort of dance as the doodles curled and spun like gusts of wind, pouring over the tunnel walls and settling as living, breathing swirls of charcoal-black>Cold water splashed my back as the rain outside turned hard, now a constant and menacing roar, and I moved a little closer to the fire ***
>>42796233let me know if all the perspective jumping is getting retarded, it makes sense to me but I'm a motormouth spaz
>>42796237I'm not having any trouble following.I love where the story is going. Thank you for writing this!
>>42796390Glad you like it, hoss. It's been tremendous fun writing again.
>>42795865pretty ballsy for a filly to leave her tummy exposed to an anon like that.
Everypony wants to rule the world
>>42798973only French or German ponies
>>42800891qtqtqt brilly
>>42796233 >The corner of the house peeled back ever so slightly in the wind, spraying your living room with erratic bursts of rain>You scrambled to the closet and brought back a hoof-full of towels and a roll of duct tape, but your little green legs aren't tall enough to reach the ceiling, a good twenty or so feet high>Dozens of stern familial portraits stare down, a collection reaching back to your grandmother, already filthy and fading and crumbling in only a half-decade of your care>There's a stool in the corner, but you judge it of insufficient height, and turn toward the back door, where a small window shows your porch being torn in every direction by the raging storm>You swallow hard, swing the door open and charge through a maelstrom of shredded netting and plastic pots and empty cans whipping at your exposed flesh, emerging on the other side to hurricane winds smashing you with horizontal sheets of rain>You shield your eyes and spot Anon, wearing goggles and a raincoat and slipping in the mud as she desperately attempts to hold down a dozen or so ratchet straps, all stretching over the roof to the front yard, barely holding the house down against the gale>You know you can't help her; you have your role, and she hers>You turn away and dash toward the shed, falling over more than once, and grab the ladder hanging from its side, fighting a thick bundle of creeping vines and yanking out the nails serving as its hooks in the process>You sprint back inside, ladder pressed longways against you stand up straight on your firm, springy hind legs, managing to avoid falling again, and slam the door behind you using all of your body weight against the bellowing wind; nevertheless, you heard a window in the kitchen shatter from the brief but violent increase in air pressure>No time to worry about that, you grit your teeth and turn back toward the twitching hole in the corner, knocking over a small painted vase with one end of the ladder>You throw it against the wall and climb with a wingload of towels and tape, but neither stay when applied>In fact, wherever you touch the wall, it begins to crumble into black dust, revealing a deep, mold-eaten cavity in the struts and pushing its way out into the drywall, another symptom of your neglect
>>42802022>You panic and shout as your desperate attempts to plug the growing hole are totally ineffectual, then a powerful gust pushes over the ladder and you smash the back of your head against the hardwood, and your left eye pops out of your head and dangles by the nerve, and you run for the kitchen to grab a hand towel and hold the eyeball to its socket, and you're afraid you've got a concussion, fuck that kind of fall kills people, and the wind blows the backdoor open again and another window shatters, and long, talon-like shards of glass sink deep into the underside of your hooves and the pain makes you gasp, and you've got to get outside and get Anon to come in, you two need to shelter in the bathroom, the rest of the house is peeling away and nothing you do is going to save it, all you can do now is survive>Pictures smash against the walls and floor as you shout into the swirling darkness at her frantic silhouette, but the noise is getting lost in the storm, although it feels like all that's coming out of your throat is a whisper anyway, and you're waving your hooves from the porch and trying as hard as you can to scream at the top of your lungs but all you can get is a short, choppy hiss, and studs and chunks of drywall and roof tiles are picked up in the wind, hurtling through the air fast enough to kill a man, and the floor is slick with your blood as the glass talons work their way ever deeper into your hooves, but all you can feel is a dull, slight stinging, and you just keep shouting or trying to shout, and Anon has turned to you now and is trying to shout something back, and the two of you hiss at each other like alleycats while the whole world is pulled away, and a sudden flash of light brings a deafening thundercrack, and when the image fades you're in the tomb, sleeping on the wagon floor, Anon sat next to you on a pile of blankets, feeling for cuts while you rub your eyes and blink, and stare at the unbleeding flesh of at the ends of your forelegs, breathing hard>In a split second, the door swings open, revealing the towering figure of Princess Luna, resplendent and overwhelming, and you feel like you're about to cry again, but you freeze and another part of you wants to run again, run away as fast as you can, but you know she'll just catch you anyway so you're locked in place, staring at your guardian angel and her billowing locks of star-scape hair, and every little star gives the impression of a tiny eye cat's eye, stray cats' eyes twinkling in the cone of a flashlight like they've been caught on a hunt, a whole ocean of uncountable eyes peering from the endless void, shocked and annoyed and covetous
>>42802025>"My little ponies, be not afraid!">But you aren't afraid>You're relieved, and worried, and feeling dreadful, and aching for revenge, and trembling with anticipation, and overcome with a sudden clarity, and hungry for her touch, and clenching your teeth with rage>Worry, yes, but nowhere in the depths of your soul lurks any trace of that whimpering fear>"To me, poor foals, and all your worries will be over.">There's a pleading edge to her voice, and a sadness in her eyes, and something that feels like a scab over your heart being picked at>Anon places a hoof on your shoulder, rather your withers, and she carries a pleading look, not sad but pleading, and your eyes begin to tear as you reciprocate the gesture, and Luna stands at a distance, confused and hopeful, while the two of you begin slapping and pinching at each other ***
>>42802028itty bitty chunk I polished this morning, that's all for now
>>42793385>I want to be the fillyDo you also want an /mlp/ anon to fuck you?
>>42803221if i got to be the filly maybe i could help another anon be happy too
>>42803265That's really sweet. I hope you can become a filly in the next life.
>>42803268i hope you can find me when i do!
>>42804013qt patooty
>>42798156>RobloxDoes it still count as child grooming if you're a filly?
>>42804940barbaranigger coded statement
>>42793139I know this is supposed to be a meme but this speaks to my soul. I feel you lil filly i feel yah.
>>42805465>says she's transforming>stays exactly the same???
>>42801775Deep cut redrawing her on an NXP album cover
>>42806022we need marecelcore band
>filly on filly violence
>>42806701billy plays too rough
>>42806701good lord billy's leg is broken as fuck
>>42806443Goodbye filly
>>42806443FILLY NO! DONT GO!
>>42809006i can smell this filly through the screen
>>42809784Filly had a nightmare and now Luna will protect her.
>hi anon!
>>42811157Filler is slep
>>42811157The stillness of death, how it calls to me.
>>42798275what is this fillyblud doin on the calculator
>>42810528dont talk to me like you're not in here to fucking steal my snacks you goddamned little shit
>>42812709What if she just wanted hugs? You wouldn't deny a filly hugs would you?
>>42812916i know better
>>42813454hnnnnnnng
>>42813873that filly is just going to tell you to kys (know your strengths)
>>42813873blud's got his ear grafted down half his face :skull:
>>42814913LOL >>42815024Just a bit of a downey filler no big deal
>>42815642what a little cuddle slut
bee filly
Nigger
>>42816673niggerfilly!
Up you little shit
>>42819171
>>42819171meant to actually reply to this, cute!
25 images until we hit half way to the image bump limit oCo
pre bed filler
>>42821285Extremely sleepy filler
>>42821285Pre bred filler
>>42821776she's gonna blow you up
>>42782809i hope you never fucking regret this
>>42823438My brother in filly, I have 25 fillies in my skin.
>>42823495>I have 25 fillies in my skin.Oh No! Get those poor little fillies out of your skin!
>>42823438I'm pretty sure this is the turbo old-fag with ungodly amounts of ink on his skin. >>42823495based retard
>>42823609It's too late, they've fully integrated at the molecular level
>>42824150shit cute molecule filler
>>42824150Filly steps on her pet atomHijinks ensue
>>42823694Not a lot of filly ink going around to be sure.
>>42817580soft filly cheeks
>>42824887Most pinchable
>>42826167
10
>>42826562Filly guy death pose hit
>>42828352she would either be legitimately very evil or she would be the pettiest villain ever imaginable no in between.
Boop
>>42802034Your writing style is great gas keep it up
>>42802034I HUNGER, FOR MORE
The last two of my digits is how many times Anonfilly says the word nigger a day on average.
>>42830712Rookie numbers.
>>42831569I knew I smelled something burning
finally time to stuff the turkeys
>>42832318I think I'm going to fuck the turkey
>>42832318definitely wont be going hungry with those drum sticks
>>42833443she looks so miserable here
fillet
>>42834447even in pony world roasties just can't be happy
>>42835206>Anonfilly Newell
>>42834487That's anoncolt seething
Turns out anon filly cutie mark was never about being an anon for the chan but rather an actual talent to communicate and mediate with eldritch horror to help Equestria diplomacy.
>>42834864she died as she lived, bumping.>>42835206she's trying so hard
2 kool 4 skool
>>42835305thanks, your newfag is showing.
>>42836416cute braids
>>42836368>>42836416Total braid domination
>>42836660Braids are peak mane hair for mares and fillies.
>>42836368>>42836416briller supremacy
>>42836416This brilly is too smug!
>>42838519boop!
is some retard sperging out tonight? the board is moving really fast for some reason.
>>42838872yeah some frogposter has been sliding for the last two hours or so
>>42838901sounds about right I figured seeing /bale/ at page 9 after the last post being only 35 mins ago.
pre bed boop
>>42802028What a busy busy month. Anyway,>I shot awake with a gasp, then began shaking Nonny's still-unconscious body until until she pulled me into an awkward hug, squeaking like a mouse and trembling >"She had us, she had us, she had us," Nonny whispered in an unsteady voice, stumbling over the words as if she couldn't hear herself speak>"We're out, dude. Take it easy.">I held her tightly, adrenaline coursing through my veins so that my body felt like twisted and wired, heartbeat like a turning crank in some heavy machine>A delicate, high-pitched yawn filled the air and I looked toward Trixie, who was rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she sat up in her cot>"Let me guess. Nightmares?">My glare was venomous, I didn't mean to be but I knew that's how I looked (and maybe, just a little bit, felt), could feel malice hissing from my pores and from my gullet like hot steam>Hesitantly, I nodded>She rolled her eyes and sighed, rising to her hooves and searching through some seemingly random drawer to produce a small, five-sided silver lantern, except the glass in one side was replaced by leather strings tied into a spiderweb pattern, almost like an Indian dreamcatcher (feather, not dot)>She pulled a midnight blue candle from the same drawer, lighting it with a spark from her horn, then placed it at the lantern's base>For a moment the metal frame shimmered gently, in a wavelike motion, like dropping a pebble in a puddle of moonlight, and the wagon quickly filled with the skunk-smell of burning sage>Despite her obvious exhaustion, Trixie peeled into a smug grin, intoxicated by our looks of silent awe and oblivious to its undercurrent of concern>"This is Zebra magic. It's a wailer's lamp, a magical night light that protects ponies from bad dreams and joint pain. So..." >She set the lantern on a shelf with another yawn, climbing back into her cot, "Quiet down, and let Trixie get her beauty sleep. Being... great and powerful.. takes...">She laid back down and closed her eyes midsentence, trailing off as soon as her head hit the pillow, and began a soft, girlish snore>Nonny and I sat wordlessly, and I could tell she wanted to say something, but all she did was stare at the floor, and sometimes out the cracked window shutter, and sometimes at me, and I just watched her, sometimes following her gaze out the window, imagining the stone brick face just beyond, listening to the irregular whistle of the afterstorm wind, or perhaps a calm in between, a humid and churning kind of calm like waves lapping at the seashore except hot like animal breath>I couldn't say when I laid back down, but sleep came easily when I did***
>>42840060>Princess Luna lurched from a cloud of mist, short of breath and hope>The fillies had taken only a few seconds to beat each other awake, and had disappeared just as she was preparing to separate them>The question of "Why?" echoed through her head as she replayed the image a dozen times, a thousand times, their little faces not contorted with rage or wailing with fear, but solid and grim and focused, straining with effort>Perhaps they were wrapped up in some fued outside their dreams, perhaps they weren't on speaking terms, perhaps they were simply acting out of confused desperation, flailing at the first living thing they saw>Perhaps, for whatever reason, they were deliberately avoiding her, and had come to some agreement to escape her supervision>Whatever the reason, she could not afford hesitation in their next encounter; she must act decisively and quickly, even if it frightens them, even if all they want to do is get away>She could not afford to let her restraint be their doom>For several hours afterword she had carved through the dreams of her subjects, pulled along turgid currents of fear and pain, witnessing their torment and dispelling it without thought, automatic reactions propelling her singleminded hunt as she bounced from pony to pony like stepping stones across a powerful river, one that foams against the rocks and breaks apart the careless>The effort was straining her, and seemed increasingly pointless>What had drawn her both times was like a shooting star, one that flickered and sparkled and flashed as it broke up in the night sky, burned into the back of her eyes when she blinked>All she had to chase now were faint glimmers in the void, ones barely indistinguishable from the flowing landscape of muted colors and subtle impressions>Perhaps they weren't sleeping, or had gotten it out of their systems; either way, they just aren't having another nightmare tonight
>>42840066>She had missed her chance again>The realization had hit her more than an hour ago, but had only just begun to sink in>Yet sinking was something she would not condone; she had been swallowed by the despair before, strangled by it, and come out the other side stronger with the help of a few good friends>She took a deep breath, shook her head, and appraised her surroundings>This new dream she visited was in another cave, some huge chamber with smooth, rounded mineral formations on the walls that gave the appearance of tangled roots from an impossibly massive tree>Between two of these formations, from a crack that snaked down from the ceiling (a ceiling thick with narrow, needle-like stalactites), a small trickle of water oozed like a wound in the earth, spilling across the cave floor in thousands of tiny channels, gradually picking up speed as it tumbled toward a distant low point at the far end of the cave>Rising above those channels on a hump of beige stone, a petite, grey-green mare with pointed ears, a slate colored mane in some dignified Canterlot style, and leathery bat wings sat, her back to the princess, frozen in contemplation or thoughtlessness>It took Luna no time to recognize the batpony, a middle-aged Lieutenant of her royal guard named Willowbrook, currently in Marelando or else on the long train ride back>Luna recalled the guardsmare was still entangled in a messy divorce in its second year of arbitration, one that had so far been ignored by Princess Twilight's friendship map, perhaps because the omniscient lump of stone already knew there was no saving the couple, no salve for the bitterness except time and distance, preferably both in infinity>She asked to sit by the Lieutenant, who was naturally quite accustomed to the presence of her highness, especially in dreams; she gave an automatic salute and accepted with enthusiasm>The mare had a quiet, thoughtful temperament, severe and reserved and observant, the model of a professional watcher>As such, her dreams were usually quite tranquil, if somewhat gloomy>Some rare nights they would sit together for hours, discussing matters of state and of self, sharing concerns and interests, ideas and pieces of ideas, taking confidence in one another beyond the duties but still in the nature of their respective professions>A hoof-full of times they shared only each other's presence, as if communicating by thought, a transfer of energy simultaneous from both sides and arranged in perfect parallels, no need for acknowledgement, nothing even to be acknowledged, an electric serenity resonating in waves that numbed the heart>Thoughts beyond thinking>They sat together on the stone hump in silence, staring at the little spiderweb channels as they rushed into the cavern depths, a downward slope into an impenetrable darkness***
>>42840071>The remainder of your dreams were thankfully unremarkable>By the time Trixie had navigated the wagon back on the road, you were still tired and sore, though the tiredness and the soreness at least filled some of the emptiness that otherwise threatened to devour you, girded you against the pressure>Even once you returned to your now daily labor, the steady rhythm of one hoof in front of the other, you felt aimless and floaty, clutching a bundle of flash-frozen anticipation as if in disbelief of the sheer anticlimax>You had set your hopes on some kind of ending, and yet you persisted, kept company by a mysterious gypsy and a long lost twin, wandering across a medieval path toward a town you'd never heard of, and you found yourself craving the kind of numb indifference that came in a frosty glass, a speedbump for your worried but not quite frantic heart>A rather deserved speedbump, considering all the work it had been putting in>You were shaken from your thoughts by a prodding on your shoulder, and traced its source to Anon, head held low, wearing a stern expression>"We need to talk," she said in a quiet voice despite trailing behind the wagon, as if Trixie might hear the two of you above the creaking and rumbling and groaning of well-worn lumber>You had no response, didn't know what to say as you offered a sideye glance>"It's time we cleared the air. I want... I need to know. Who are you, and what's the last thing you can remember?"***
>>42840081>We spent the next hour or so swapping stories, or rather sharing the same one, relaying in turns first a night of drunken suffering, then the preceding day of torturous shift work, then a week of grinding, quiet repetition, the last few months of deep despair, years and years and years of stacking failures, reminding one another along the way of small pains, stinging humiliations, the thousand little murders of daily life, knives sinking into the soul, tearing through flesh and cracking through bone on the way down, making the body of bloody meat and sinew feel more like a tangle of loose threads>I didn't know what to make of it all, and from what I gathered neither did "Nonny," and I wondered which of the billion trillion variables that converge to form a human mind in any given moment had diverged to make "her" so drastically different from myself, how razor thin was the edge that separated myself from this sniveling, ineffectual cretin>Then I began to consider how truly ineffectual my own life had been, still was in fact, though I supposed I at least had the presence of mind to attempt to navigate this strange and impossible situation without crumbling into rubble>But, I wondered, to what end?>I was thrashing and crawling and tiptoeing through the dark, drawn inexorably toward some distant point where I felt (or at least hoped) there was something in this to settle, a secret vault full of precious answers that would somehow make it all make sense, reveal the mirror behind the smoke, something gestalt and cosmic, and then I could open my eyes and see my calloused and leathery fingers, and run them through my poorly kept hair, and scratch my balls with my jagged nails, and fill my lungs with a man-sized breath of air, and maybe just some of this pressure will shear off in the escape, which felt heavier than it ever had in my entire life ***
>>42840086>The Hardworking and Morally Upstanding Trixie had quickly grown to abhor the water breaks and their suffocating silence>They were stopped on the right-hoof side of the road, and the fillies she had so gallantly taken charge of only seemed to grow stranger and creepier by the hour, little gremlins with tangled manes and their messes of wilting flowers, no longer like woven ribbons but like snaking, dead vines>No doubt crawling with ticks and fleas and who knows what else>Dear Celestia, what if they have lice?>"Eugh!- Alright!" >Trixie spilled several gulps of pickle juice across the cobblestones as she practically jumped out of her little chair>"Wow, I just realized you two sure have some messy manes! Ahahaha, you know, they have a rule in Ponyville, no bedhead in city limits!">She darted into the wagon, ducking under the windowsill as she rummaged through several cabinets>When she walked back out, she was floating an oversized and fine-toothed metal comb, a wooden bucket, and several bubbly-shaped glass jugs of bright, colorful liquids>"Yup! As soon as we show up they'd toss you in the paddy wagon, and I sure as sunshine don't have the bits to post bail! Yeah, that sure would be a pain, why don't we go ahead and. uh... not... have that happen." >Before they could raise their objections, she grabbed the mean looking one, who watched her with caution as she filled the bucket from one of the jugs, some strong-smelling, flowery pink oil, tugging the filly over by the hoof in her magic aura before dunking the waif's mane in the concoction
>>42840091>She worked rapidly but relatively gently, prying apart the tangles one by one until the comb could slide effortlessly through any particular strand, plucking out the dead flowers wholesale, nervously scanning for any kind of crawling bug>The filly cooperated, or at least didn't fight it, and at times she almost seemed to enjoy herself as the bulk of the mess unraveled, the inevitable slight pinching of snagged hairs likely worth the soothing pseudo-massage of the comb against her scalp>Before long, she strained the fluid through a small cotton bag and repeated the process with Anon's tail, and when she finished that she let out an inaudible sigh of relief, finding only a few spiders, some fleas, and a single tiny centipede>The filly looked less ragamuffin with her flowing charcoal hair stretched straight to its full length, draping over her shoulders in a solid curtain that had a slimming effect on her figure>Negative results came from Nonny the unicorn too, though when the comb passed through and the tangles broke, the hair was billowing and curly and had the same presence as a weeping willow, a stunted one hidden deep in a copse of pine, sickly and barely clinging to life>By the time Trixie finished, she fished a tiny sundial from her cloak and realized the whole ordeal had taken up a little over an hour of roadtime>A small price to pay, considering the alternative; she had visions of that ratty, knotted hair crawling with tiny pink bugs, then the bugs marching in columns into her sheets, onto her cot, into her own mane>The thought made her gag, but she quickly regained her composure and packed up the wagon, embarking with the two not quite fresh-faced, now only slightly dirty fillies>If nothing else, she could consider scrubbing two filthy orphan scalps her good deed for the day***
>>42840098Another shortie this morning. Proofreading felt like fluffing a pillow, if that makes any sense. >>42829292Glad u liek + impressive and underappreciated digits>>42829481picrel
>>42839761>least homosexual anonfilly
>>42840347She's not strong enough to fight her new instincts.We should lock her in a cage until she's used to them.
>>42841345Is this the fabled council of autism?
I would a filly
The filly is bitonal.
>>42841875smug monochrome little shit
Protecc the filly
>>42842701she's got spirit for sure
>>42844204filly est magique
>>42823495Can we see golly loli?
>>42844695
Anonfilly version of an anoncolt drawing i did. based on a passing idea to see if those two's colours could produce anon
>>42845830& earth filly version
>>42845384She do be findin' that other tat kinda funny
>>42845847>horse pussy tattooed on body
>>42846512No U
literally any of the mane 6 would be a better mom than my mom
>>42845830>>42845832based looks good
>>42847935>LED-loving filly
>>42844889Me on the left
>>42845847Is that your design for the horse pussy or is it a design from something?
>>42848283guilty as charged
>never zero
>>42848943A rape of fillies if I ever seen one
IWTCIAF
>>42848251Literally me
>>42850696
>>42850929WDYTYA?
>>42848310A design we did for a warframe clan back in 2011 or 12 or something. It's in the game.
You know what would be interesting, an Anonfilly green where Anon messes with ponies, but in more subtle ways instead of being an overt ass.Like, one where she's just a mysterious filly that showed up out of nowhere, gets entered into the system, and proceeds to lean into the creepy kid shtick to scare adults.>The new filly, Anon, has largely settled into her foster home.>No headway has been made in finding out where she came from, and her vague answers of, "really far," and "You wouldn't have heard of it," aren't helping, but she's nice enough, if a bit odd at times.>Like, how she's been humming the same little tune all day long until her foster mom asks what the song is from.>"Just a little ditty from back home. I get it stuck in my head sometimes.">"Oh? Does it have lyrics?">"Mhm! Wanna hear them?">"Well, sure, sweetie!">Anon proceeds to clear her throat and starts to sing.>(To the tune of the Oscar Mayer song)>"My breakfast had a first name, I know not what it is.">"My dinner had a last name, but ignorance is bliss.">"I do not ask such questions, I just consume their flesh.">"The elders ensure all us that this is for the best!">She beams up at the mare and asks, "See it's kinda catchy, right?">The mare's face is frozen in a smile for several seconds before she clears her throat, "Um, y-yes, that is a very... interesting song. A-anyway, I 'm going to get started on making the family dinner. I mean, making dinner for the family!">After a quick nervous laugh, she rushes out of the room just as Anxon snickers to herself.
>>42850995filly fucker
>>42852350I wonder what they are arguing about?
>>42852660It started of like>you're cuter>nuh-uh, you are
>>42840098Do you have a ponepaste with the entire green, anon?
>>42852671
>>42852801NO YOU
>>42852671was gonna say that sounds a bit two wholesome for anon fillies to fight over then >>42852801>>42852807 happened and I was proven wrong.
>>42853040faggot
>>42853346Guilty as charged I am OP after all.
>>42854153boopable aryan eyed filler
>>42852111Kissable hoofsies
>>42785926You aimed at the wrong horse.
>>42851497there's one eternal WIP where filly fucks with Cheerilee just so >she could fuck with Cheerilee (wasn't successful + WIP so...)
>>42854786when arent they
>>42856014so we back in the minepickaxe swinging side to sideside to side
>>42854888Pedobear has been disArm-ed.
>>42785926 what the fuck are you talking about you fucking idiot
>>42855607ive cummeded to this
>>42856014she looks so disappointed
>>42856732Wouldn't you be?
>>42857094depends, if I still had my human sex drive yeah for sure I'd go insane after a little more than a week. If I was made native in that department it'd be fine.
>>42854888Legendary art, the message slaps.
>>42856014>>42856014>keep dick and balls>have no fingers to scratch themit's a losing game for Anonfilly no matter the outcome
>>42857777jesus quints confirm
>>42792462kek
>>42856388thats the plan
>>42856388same, multiple times
Nonny #095Nonny is angy
>>42859173oh wow, welcome back drawfren
>>42859173What is Nonny angry about?
>>42852726https://ponepaste.org/11487Yes, but it's a few updates behind because I'm a lazy bastard and do all my writing in a wordpad doc. Probably gonna update it today though, when business is concluded.
>>42859737What the FUCK Fluttershy???
I think it's funny when people assume filly is abused or molested
>>42860147Yeah, we all know she's into it
>>42860147A foul-mouthed, odd gaited, minimal hoof-eye coordination, common knowledge ignorant and tail tucking filly would raise concerns I imagine.
>>42860341Which are hilarious, because it's the wrong conclusion but it seems right. Misunderstanding humor is kino
>>42860451This fucker owes me 5$
>>42860341>Obviously the most medical opinion is Filly being locked in a closet as a sex toy all her life like that one guy's dog
>>42860451>poorpooroor
Somepony should make Anonfilly into a parade float!
>>42860715>Needs to save up>Will take a Bit
>>42860721>Artist NeededArtist is Pony, my tattooist. That was a commission a friend got me for my birthday a number of years ago. It's available on a t-shirt in her tee public. https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/9916760-princess-anon?store_id=206350
>>42860715Me shaking the dead spiders and wooden nickels from my cold black heart.
>>42861130would smooch that filly
>>42861385gay
>>42861012Oh neat! Did a good job with it too.
>>42861797balls touching level of gay but I stand by what I said. I would smooch the fuck out of that anonfilly.
>>42861163>Caught on tape.
I want to drink filly pee
>>42863088Gee, filly. Why does Twilight give you TWO sandwiches?
>>42863125filly must grow STRONG
>>42863484big fill
Nonny #096Nonny likes what she sees>>42859312Yeah, it's been a time... Hopin to get back into the flow again
>>42864189Dammit! Forgot the file! >,<'
>>42863484>>42863996This time, instead of the cliched spawning in the Everfree, Anon arrived in The Land Of The Giants.
>>42865422domesticated filly
>>42865637Brought to you by Braid Shad-- nevermind.
>>42865642>braid shad
>>42864191
>>42864191horny filly
