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grabbin' a filly

>>43067633
She's extra thicc

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Filly is pissed!

Here's your weekly dose of rape.

Anoncolt as P-47 in Stable 99:
https://ponepaste.org/11785

>>43068199
Wait shit, wrong thread. Oh well.

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>mommy found your cheetos
wat do?

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>>43068363
BEAT HER SENSELESS

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>>43068363
take her doritos

I want Anonfilly to tongue my anus.

>>43068579
me in front

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I found this mug today. The handle says "Can I get a yee haw?" and the back says "so many cowboys ...so little rope."
Does anyone know where I can find some good non-washable markers that'll stay on ceramic? I want to draw a little anonfilly on the side.

>>43068810
I agree.

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>>43068914
i would color the handle into a question mark

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>>43068914
Here's a prototype. I'm not the best artist, but I think it turned out pretty good.

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>>43067628
What the fuck even is this thread

Like 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 is
This 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 thread
Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this general and look at anon filly pictures

>>43068914
>"so many cowboys ...so little rope."
You should change that so that it says: "so many cowboys ...so little rape."

>>43069763
what is she saying?

>>43069819
podcast

>>43069763
*aggressive German speech and flailing limbs*

>>43068363
God what a pig.

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why is the filly so sad

>>43070445
If you knew you'd be sad too

Picking up where I left off. Apologies for the considerable delay, my words disobeyed me and shaping them was an effort. More soon. Ponepaste here: https://ponepaste.org/11487

>The quiet mundanities of Starlight Glimmer's daily life in the crystal castle hung about her in a cloud, something stuffy and gloomy but restorative in its routine, and admittedly somewhat in its gloom
>Between the practice of magic, the study of letters, and the science of friendship, and perhaps above and below it all as well, her major preoccupation was brooding, the subject of which at this particular instance being something her dear friend Pinkie Pie had said
>"Dayum pencil! You got a point! I guess you write!"
>It was probably the funniest thing she'd heard all year, which compelled her to brood (everything did, eventually), and the brooding brought about that cloud of gloom to what would otherwise be a pleasant ray of sunshine, twisted it into a formless haze, still with traces of pleasantry but marked by something wavering and phantasmal
>But she was satisfied, even felt something approaching happiness; instead of a grey, gloomy gloom, her cloud was a midnight blue, a pensive and twinkling gloom, a vast expanse of seminumb potential, something meditative that locked out the senses but couldn't be called meditation, for above all else it remained stuffy and gloomy
>She would brood as easily as any other pony would smile, and as far as she could recall it had always been so; she would brood in times of hardship and times of joy, to endure sickness and in the face of pleasure, every morning when she rose and every night before she slept
>Insecurities and frustrations and anxieties, hopes and dreams and ideals, pain and regret and joy and contentment and weeping and smiling and loving and, in the not so distant past, hating
>All the flavors of life mixed into a single billowing mass, tasted only as a whole, each sensation on its own so rich that without a contradiction it would overwhelm her palate, wrench her stomach, make her eyes burn
>If she wasn't careful, that kind of raw exposure could give her all sorts of ideas, the kind she would often come to regret
>And so she would brood, observing her own life as a foal would observe an anthill, rapt and marveling, savoring every drop, but ultimately an outsider watching an alien world, except even her own head felt alien, overseeing the process of thought and working around the sparks of emotion, sparks that burn to the touch, and she took it for granted that somehow everypony must go on in a similar way, only they could engage the individual flavors that made her sick, and she supposed that must be why things like the power of friendship came so naturally to them and why for so long she, in contrast, had felt compelled to hold it at hoof's length

>>43070837
>The door creaked when it opened, and she was inside a claustrophobic library chamber, one with tall windows and heavy bookcases and narrow walkways
>"Oh! Starlight!"
>Twighlight Sparkle, framed by her saddlebags, approached her student and the two of them shared a quick hug in greeting
>"You're back, Twilight. I take it everything went well?"
>She shook her head
>"Only to drop off some things, pick up others. I need a clear workspace and plenty of references, and I honestly don't know how much longer I'll be up there."
>The princess produced a light blue tome fringed with gold leaf, nearly indistinguishable from a thousand other books in her collection save for its particular pattern of elegant High Equestrian calligraphy
>"Bad leads?"
>"Not from this one. I brought it up as a leisure read, since I've only ever gone over it twice. But something tells me I'm not gonna have much spare time until this is all over."
>Seeing her pupil's eyes twinkle with curiosity, she passed over the volume
>"'Poinsette Parlance's Annotated Cautionne of Distant Sprites and Spirits?' I've heard the name before... She wrote that treatise on Sugarplum Fairies, didn't she?"
>"'Recente Divergencees and Size Decreassions of Easterne Sugaresprite Populationnes en thee Unicorne Mountainnes Throughe thee Averages of Several Summeres'. Among other works."
>A rare volume from an obscure last-century naturalist who was nevertheless respected for her direct style and meticulous observational research, which has been scarcely replicated due to the isolated and often esoteric nature of her studies
>Her official organizational allegiance was still a topic of dispute, principally between the Royal Canterlot College of Lepidopterists and College of Myrmecologists, though records at least proved she accepted penny grants from both of the rivals as an undergraduate
>Starlight flipped it open to a small wicker bookmark while Twilight moved to look over her shoulder at a full-page illustration of a scrawny grey pony with big, pleading eyes
>"That one's called a skadegamutic. Supposedly nopony has ever been able to record a glimpse of its true form."
>She spoke with a careful mixture of reverence and academic enthusiasm
>"An insidious and unnerving creature, as the wendigo feeds on conflict and misery, so the skadegamutic spreads it like hayseed in a fallow field."

>>43070839
>Twilight set her gaze on a distant corner as her brow narrowed by a fraction of an inch
>"They're supposed to have two distinct states, active and dormant. In dormancy, a skadegamutic stays in a dreamless sleep deep underground, hidden away in lonely places where nopony ever goes. But when disturbed, usually by explorers or ponies who are very severely lost, they disguise themselves and contrive some miserable tale to convince good samaritans to bring them to their "herd," which is usually just the nearest town or village. There's some intermediate step that Parlance was never able to uncover in her lifetime, but in the end the target settlement ends up abandoned and forgotten, and the ponies within scatter in disharmony."
>Starlight looked thoughtful. "They 'spread misery?' What, through a magic spell, or some kind of energy field?"
>"Nopony is certain. Parlance theorizes it has something to do with magnets, but even she admits it's only conjecture. The one proven certainty is that one can only be stopped by bringing it back to where it came from and binding it with brass chains. The earth recognizes its own, and eventually swallows it whole where it returns to dormancy."
>"Oh."
>"That's one of the more scant entries, though. If you get a chance to review the western dwarf manticore, the data paints a truly fascinating picture of trophic dynamics..."
>She blinked with a scrunch of her muzzle, then cracked a knowing smirk and said "Well, it's a good read."
>The two mares traded sweet platitudes that neither could remember in detail, then Twilight bade her goodbye and disappeared into the hallway, ostensibly in search of some collection of hydrological charts
>Starlight had only politely pretended to listen while she nosed her way through the work, eventually finding a particularly lovely jungle beetle with little white spots and a face like a ship's prow, and she wondered if in reality it carried that greenish sheen like some of them do, and she spent the rest of her evening shirking a number of responsibilities to ponder the beetle
***

>>43070841
>The Considerate and Cheerful Trixie was weary of the uniquely dour attitude of her two unexpected charges
>These must be two of the most miserable fillies in the world, she thought to herself
>Just looking at them made her feel tired, and she was running out of excuses to walk off during rests
>As a mare of many talents however, she was far from helpless, and certainly not one to sit idly by while a problem festered into a crisis (unless it could be outrun, of course)
>So she set to work conjuring an impromptu show, one of the less intensive lineups that she was working out using some spare parts from other acts, and as the summer months waned it would be good practice for the important Nightmare Night circuit
>During the evening meal, while the fillies wiggled awkwardly and the sun sank to the edge of the sky, Trixie the Magician set up her stage, swapping the usual curtains for orange and black, standing a lacquered pumpkin husk on an upturned cauldron, stretching nets of string hooked on corners into pretend spiderwebs
>She started with a classic by pretending to swallow a toy spider, though her audience seemed unconvinced even as it shook with with lifelike twitching through the turn of a hidden brass key
>So next she summoned twinkling animal eyes in the steam of a boiling cauldron, projections made from candles and mirrors and dyed papers moving with the theatrical waving of her hooves, and she caught sight of Anon's ears twitching with interest
> The showmare felt a tingle on the back of her neck, and with a few simple maneuvers turned the scattered fog of eyes into the shape of a pastel-colored alligator swimming gracefully through her little wooden stage, and both of the kids were clearly impressed
>It was subtle, especially for little fillies; the lines in their faces softened, their backs straightened out, their eyes widened by fractions of degrees, but the nature of her profession kept her keenly in touch with the tiniest of tells
>And on long, lonely journeys like this, even their meager admiration was intoxicating

>>43070843
>She held onto the little alligator for a while, flashing its bright scales and opening its wide maw, sinking into the stage and reappearing at its far edge, turning its belly up to reveal pillowy marshmallow-scutes
>She was incensed and had an idea, and after nudging the fillies in closer she stretched a large black cloth over the three of them in a pinched dome, and the trapped cauldron vapors smelled like eggs
>She reined in the fake little alligator, made it swim laps around the cauldron, straining with effort as it rapidly picked up speed
>The creature stretched and warped as it lost the petty details, eyes and teeth and patterns of scales turning into little multicolor comets, though the comets quickly caught their own tails and everything was joined into a tauros of multicolor light, like a rainbow trying to devour itself, but the further it reached the further it stretched and so its hunger could never be sated
>Beyond the gleaming colors in her eyes, Trixie saw the faintest twitch upward in the corner of the little unicorn's mouth, and she felt a microscopic shudder settle in her guts as she beamed in return, calling out a variety of nonsense words like Hocus-Pocus and Wigwam, calling to the aurora sky of the makeshift tent with waving hooves and flaring nostrils
>But Trixie was a performer, she knew that familiarity breeds tedium
>She made one final split-second circuit before the rainbow broke and spiraled around the cloth's edge
>The pegasus jumped in surprised as it darted between her hooves, then up over their heads, and finally plunged back into the cauldron, which exploded into fog as she snatched away the cloth and suddenly the performance was over
>After an overlong pause the fillies clumsily clapped their hooves in the soft, polite applause of a golf tournament, as though they weren't quite sure how to express their joy or weren't quite sure they were allowed to in the first place, but still their expressions betrayed their awe and for Trixie that was enough
>The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, though for once Nonny didn't spend a half hour picking at her food
>It took her stowaways some time before they furled back up into their high-strung and guarded selves, but at the very least Trixie figured the breath of levity would do them some good
>That's what she liked to tell herself anyway, but she wasn't afraid to admit that she also just liked the attention
***

>>43070844
>The gypsy was kind enough to light her magic lamp at my behest
>I was skeptical of its power but this place was also deeply unreal, almost like a fairy tale, and the tricks of the magician did inspire some confidence
>And so through genuine protection or happy circumstance I was able to enjoy a comparatively restful sleep
>My counterpart wasn't present, and neither was the unsettling moon mare, and the dream I had wasn't quite so distressing this time
>I dreamed again of my home, only much neater, and I was outside in a deep and moonless night where the chainlink fence met the woodline
>There were paths through the trees that I had never seen, paths like service roads in the national forests, choppy and lonely and reaching into the yawning dark, and a neighbor approached from the woods on a small golf cart and could tell I needed to get somewhere, which I soon realized myself though I couldn't place where exactly (or even in approximation)
>When he offered a ride I hesitantly accepted, not because we were on poor terms (I had known him a long time, last year I helped him put in new flooring), but because of some unshakeable sense of caution, though eventually of course I relented to the clear tides of fate
>We ripped down a loose sugarsand path, one that ran straight and deep like a hairline fracture through the woods, and the canopy of pine was loose enough that the stars looked down barely impeded, serene and subdued and lonely in their uncountable legions
>I caught glimpses of shapes moving in the low brambles and scrub palms and stands of wispy, pink-haired grasses, and once or twice the shining eyes of a wildcat
>Some time later we came to a fork in the road, one that curved off and went behind a copse of little oaks and grape, and I told him not to turn there since it seemed suspicious but he insisted, and shortly we arrived in a clearing like a big sandy bowl where he cut off the motor, saying he'd like to listen to the cicadas a while
>And so we stood, propped up by the clicking rhythm of a hundred million idiot flies the size of a thumb, chorus calls that floated in the damp night air and formed the lattice that held up our fragile little human bodies, the swaying behemoth pines, the whole infinite sparkling cosmos, and with the lights off I could see by the starlight and feel it too, warm on my face and back and shoulders, and just for a moment I could feel my unease loosen; for the space of a breath I felt truly relaxed

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>>43070845
That's it for now, happy Friday gentlemen.

>>43071346
Ready 4 boops

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>>43068363
hit her where it fucking hurts.

>>43071612
she looks ready for something else too, iykwim

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>pg 9
DO NOT LET THE FILLY DIE

>>43072740
on the cheek or head then hug

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>>43072740