>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
